Saturday, March 31, 2012


Six years ago, I received the worst news ever.

I had two small children.  One loving husband.  A father who'd already lost my mother to the same, horrible disease.

I am still here.

I was very, very fortunate.

I had an amazing team.  I don't just mean the doctors.  My nurses were fantastic.  The other floor staff were excellent.  My doctors' office staff (primary, specialist and surgeon) were all very determined.  There were people of many faiths who prayed for me.  People who brought food for my family.  People who watched the children for us.  People who helped in so many ways.

Without all of their help, things could have gone very differently.

I am still here.

Like many in the Survivor's Club, I am vigilant.  If something is not quite right with my health, I don't ignore it.  I get poked and prodded regularly.  I don't mind.  I don't want it to come back.  

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