There isn't a word for a guy who loses their girlfriend to cancer, but there is a word for a guy like me; lucky. When my sister came out of her room crying I thought for sure I knew the outcome. "She made it!" she told me. I sunk into the nearest chair and buried my face in my hands, trying to comprehend what she'd just said. "Did you have her call Sara?" I asked. "Oh shit, I forgot!" she yelped, grabbing her cell phone off the chair and running back through the wing. I sighed and took MY cellphone out of my pocket to text Tori.. Then I waited patiently for an answer, but none came.