I was told in 1993 that I had only 18 months to live. I was 'attacked' by cancer. I did learn that cancer is spelled with a little 'c' and my Christ is spelled with a BIG "C". When you 'have' something, you ask it in. When you have someone over to your house, you ask them. I didn't ask cancer to come into my colon in 1992. I surely didn't ask it back in seven months. In April, 1993, after months of chemo, I was told the cancer had returned. That is when I didn't give up, I just gave in. I was so down. Jesus held my hand and we walked through the Valley of the shadow of death. I learned how to ride that tandum bicycle with God in the front drivers seat. I was sitting behind, taking the trip in stride. Sometimes He would turn around to me and yell, "will you peddle."

I wish I could say that has been all I had to face...but I have faced a heart attack in February 1997 and kidney cancer in 1999. I have been 'attacked' by three primary cancers. I am living with the fact I have a tumor in my only existing kidney. It is not growing and I am hopeful it won't. I live by faith in the Son of God, who gave Himself for me. I am blessed. I have three grown children, four grandbabies, and a wonderful husband.

I hope we can share our heart and our hopes.