In 2001, I was diagnosed with Non-Hodgkin's Lymphoma (Cancer of the lymphatic system). There are aprx 52 different types of NHL. I have follicular center cell. CD20 positive (to be exact). My tumors were so massive inside my body I had no choice but to undergo aggressive chemotherapy. As I under went Chemotherapy, I lost all my hair. At the same time (as luck would have it or not) I also lost my job. To make matters worse, I fell and broke my leg in 7 places and detached my deltoid tendon from my foot. I needed 2 plates and 8 screws to hold my leg together. Because of all this, I gained a lot of weight. My so-called soul mate, who I thought was the love of my life, then told me I wasn't good enough for him anymore. I found out he had been cheating on me pretty much the whole 16 years we were together. I was living a lie and he was swearing to it. My heart was crushed (again)...now only Band-Aids hold it together. (If it wasn't for bad luck...yada yada yada) "Sounds like a bad country song, all I need now is an old pickup truck and a dog running away."

Well, to say the least, I was pretty down in the dumps. I started drinking a lot to try and forget my pain. It really didn't help... just kinda made me numb. I wanted to give up, but I had already fought so hard not too, it would seem like such a waste. I don't consider myself a quitter. I didn't know what to do anymore.
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