2 years ago today the diagnosis of the problem that had been troubling Rod was given to us. He told me later that he knew it was bad news "because that is the only time the doctor sits on your bed!" How right he was. I can't believe that 2 years have gone by, or that it would still be hurting so much. I am not certain that I will ever get over hearing the doctor say those fateful words. Worse even than the day Rod actually died, because the shock of thge diagnosis was totally unexpected, and still, even now something I can't come to terms with. I miss you so Rod. Nicky and I did the Cancer Research "Race for Life" again this year, in the hope of eventually preventing other families going through this dreadful trauma.