“My Devon, my son that passed away at 20 from bone cancer, he was just a great guy. I would love to see him again. My life basically ended the day my son came home from college and showed this [growth] to me. He had gotten a full ride for football to a Division I team at Louisiana. He got most valuable player and all he cared about was becoming a pro-football player. And then he came back after finals and he lifted up his shirt and goes, ‘The trainers are treating this for a dislocated rib,’ and I could just see this growth. I basically died that day. I knew he was not destined to live for very long and he didn’t. He had radiation, chemo and two stem cell transplants, and there was nothing they could do. It was already stage 4. If I could give one piece of advice to my former self I would say to be happier and I would have stepped back and enjoyed the times I thought were miserable because I just kept thinking, everybody said ‘Oh you know, it’ll get better. It’ll get better,’ and you’re like ‘Okay well when is it going to get better? I mean, my life is miserable.’ But now I realize I should never have had that attitude. I should have really enjoyed every moment they brought me.”