By Allen Nohre, TERROS Behavioral Health

On a balmy April Arizona evening, my wife Kathie and I were enjoying ourselves with visiting Minnesota friends when the phone rang. This time it wasn’t a telemarketer. For five years my doctor had been monitoring my MGUS –“monoclonal gammopathy of undetermined significance” — the craziest medical term ever invented for a disease. I had been living in a state of limbo wondering when my MGUS would develop to multiple myeloma, a rare, incurable cancer of the blood. The message I heard on the phone said, in effect, “We have significance. We need to start treatment.”