Robert M. "Bob" Marovich

Untold Chronicles | 8

The 1990s were one of the most difficult times in my life. In 1993, my wife Pat had been diagnosed with breast cancer. She was 33 years old and I was 30. She had barely passed the five-year remission line in 1998 when her cancer returned and we were told the doctors could no longer preserve her life. From that point on, Pat was in and out of the hospital frequently. I was working as a fundraising consultant at the time, so I would run from client meetings to home to feed the cats, grab something to eat, go to the hospital and then drive back home late at night, where sometimes I had to park blocks away because street parking was a premium in our neighborhood. Then repeat the process the next day.