On March 1, 2001, at 8:22pm, the telephone rang. At 27 years old, MARY STOLFA thought it was exciting or thrilling news, such as friends calling to book their next weekend in the Hamptons, plan a cruise to the islands, or even organize a trip to Vegas. Were they going parasailing again or would they rent another house in Fire Island for the summer? Was her boyfriend calling to plan their next great date for dinner and cocktails in Manhattan? It wasn't anything like that. CANCER WAS CALLING.