I was a relatively healthy, happy 63-year old attorney with 37 years of trial lawyering under my belt when the bomb of diagnosis--Stage 4 Pancreatic Cancer with mets to liver, lymphs, and elsewhere--fell on Oct. 20, 2016. I had just returned home to Louisiana from a trip to Tennessee. It was a Saturday. My pee was turning dark. My poo had a white, chalky look. The worst burning pain I have ever experienced began assaulting my stomach, sweeping around the upper right side into my back. Could it be the well water I drank in Tennessee?