Our journey with lung cancer began in November 2013. My husband, Jeff, had run his fourth half marathon that fall, and I was carrying our baby. I was in my second trimester. He felt great and looked good. Jeff had no symptoms that raised a red flag that something was seriously wrong with him. Earlier that spring he had been sick for about a week, nothing severe; he didn’t even take a sick day from work. Since the spring he had a cough that lingered for a while. Eventually, it would show up only when he was laughing hard or sometimes when he got out of the shower in the morning.