I was sitting in my grey cubicle in Tempe, AZ working as an actuarial analyst for Progressive Insurance (2002) when I got the call. My four year old nephew had been in the hospital all week. They were running a gazillion tests on him to try to figure out why he had been ill for weeks with flu like symptoms of low fever, loss of an appetite, and fatigue. I don’t remember who it was that called me or what they even said. All I remember hearing was….non-Hodgkin's Lymphoma. Stage 3. 90% chance of survival. He was F O U R years old. My body froze. Breath vanished from my lungs with a pain I had never felt before. My stomach was queasy and my hands sweating and trembling with fear. It was the very last thing I expected to hear. The big ‘C’ wasn’t even on my radar given his young age. They thought he had a virus. They thought he was just on a growth spurt. They thought it was cat scratch fever. But it wasn’t any of those easily trea...