I wanted to be a mommy when I grew up, and I did just that. I graduated highschool, went to Florida Bible College and found a good christian man (boy) to wed. After we got married, I immediately started having children. And they are good kids. But there was a hitch in the plan. Seems like finding a faithful man is perplexing enough that even God can't find one. He left. My world cracked apart. I rolled into a ball and cried. But I couldn't stay there. I had three children to raise.
I joined the real workforce, my sons became men and left, and then the world turned inside out. September 11, 2001 found it's way into infamy. My younger son joined the Army. He participated in the invasion of Iraq. I hung on the edge of the world for a year hoping and praying that he'd come home. On March 17, 2004 he did just that. But just two months later I was diagnosed in stage 3 breast cancer. Once again my world cracked apart. My church and my best friend and my family came immediately to my rescue. They took me in. They loved me back to health. It took eight months, and $117, 000.00 and a lot of care and prayer from friends and loved ones and complete strangers.
That was two years ago. I'm much better now. Cancer will always be a part of my life. I will always have to watch for recurrance. It's been a long walk back from the edge of the world. There have been a lot of people who have held my hand, and supported me and made the walk with me.