To the world, I appeared to have it all: a loving husband, three beautiful children, a gorgeous house, a secure and fulfilling job and an unapologetic zest for life. But there was a hidden reality beneath that happy veneer. After years of running on empty, I finally crashed and spiraled into a depression that would rattle my grasp on life and nearly destroy my marriage. The worst, however, was yet to come: In 2011 cancer struck, afflicting my very strong and athletic husband, John. Only then, during this excruciating twist, did I realize life’s true purpose--to embrace each moment with awareness, appreciation and, whenever possible, complete joy.