I was handed my life sentence on February 10, 2014. I wasn't wearing an orange jumpsuit, but instead a flimsy hospital gown that engulfed my frail body. As I looked into my husband's eyes, I wondered if this would be the last time I saw him ... the last time I hugged him ... the last time I told him I loved him. I worried that my last few breaths would be taken as the wheels of the gurney squeaked down the brightly lit hallway, slowly making our way to the operating room. In the next few moments they would begin surgery to remove a brain tumor from my right frontal lobe. My life was about to...