Canisters of ashes. This is all I have left of my wife of 15 years and the love of my life. She died after a horrible 38 month battle with ovarian cancer that was discovered during a C-section with our third child. She fought through 3 cycles of radiation, 29 rounds of chemotherapy and 7 weeks of total starvation before she finally succumbed, leaving me behind to raise our three kids, ages, 4, 10, and 12. But she didn't have to die. The doctor she trusted, her OBGYN, even after assessing her as a high-risk patient due to cancer in her family history, withheld information about a genetic test...