I'd like to say that it was like a scene out of G.I. Jane, where there was a great song playing in the background while my locks fell to the ground. I'd like to say I became tougher and after all of the hair was shaved from my head I reached down, grabbed some dirt,... Continue Reading →
"Did you notice this lump when I walked in?" All the blood had drained from my face as I interrogated my family about what they noticed about me when I walked in the door. My Uncle David and Aunt Julie hadn't notice anything. "Maybe it's a spider bite?" someone suggested. I turned and went back... Continue Reading →
The one thing I wanted when I was sick, besides to survive, was to meet survivors. I wanted to know that there were others out there who had been to hell and back and they were living normal lives. This cancer thing was just a speed bump in their life. That's what I had been... Continue Reading →
The Survivor's Gift 