I was diagnosed Feb. 22nd, 2005 with breast cancer. I had a lumpectomy, chemo, and radiation. On Dec. 14th, 2006, I was given a clean bill of health. That night, while sleeping, I had a vision. My father, who had passed away in 1990, was there leaning against something I couldn't see. His arms and ankles were crossed. I recall in detail what he was wearing. He was 56 years old when he passed, but he now looked 25-30. It was pitch black, but I was not afraid. A bright light appeared behind my dad, and a voice saying I had a decision to make. I could go now or choose to live. I chose to live, saying I couldn't do this to my family, leaving at the holidays, because my dad had passed away on Dec. 28th. The voice said since I had made the decision to stay, I would endure trials and tribulations ahead. I saw something live lava boil up and then I saw a gray skeletal building with gray smoke. Then I saw my dad again. He never said a word, but I got the feeling he wanted me to go with him. Needless to say on Dec. 26th, I came down with pnuemonia (sp?). During a chest x-ray and blood test, a doctor noticed something wasn't right. Ever since then I have gone from bone cancer to brain cancer. I rely on my faith and my sense of humor to get me through each 'bump in the road' of life. I've considered myself a survivor since day one. When I lost my hair, it was all at once. My husband came home from work and I asked him to clean out the tub so I could bath. He went into the bathroom and I heard 'Oh my gosh! What is that?' I started laughing and he came into the bedroom and saw his bald wife standing there. He began to laugh too! My nieces and nephew delighted in using eraseable markers to draw designs on my bald head, though my nephew colored my head purple and wash as I might, my head was tinged purple for awhile. My faith has helped me immensely. Without God by my side, I don't know how I could've survived up to this point. I love to talk to other people and hear their stories, but I've always tried to be a helper too. I am currently trying to speak publicly about my journey of faith. I know God is helping me with this as I am terrified to speak in public. But I plan to do so as soon as I can write the speech. This will be a big step. Since my brain cancer, I am limited to as what I can do, but God keeps telling me that I am still able to speak and help others with my words. I hope my story helps someone else to maybe share their story or know that they are not alone. Don't get me wrong, I have struggles, but I choose to look at those struggles with laughter, some tears, but a heaping boatload of faith! God Bless all of you who struggle and fight every day. Just know that He is with you and even if I don't know you personally, I pray for you!

I hope the best for you. I am a registered nurse and I work in the operating room, I worked oncology several years ago. My sister is newly diagnosed to eccrine carcinoma at the age of 31. I have faith that all will be well but of course the road keeps throwing curve balls. She did not look well last week during her chemo treatment than with a little hydration looked great. I went from down, depressed to happy only to find out a day later the tumors caused her to have a blood clot in her lung. Nevertheless everyone went from happy to depressed again. I think everyone in both of your situations could always use a support system, after all you are the one feeling ill and fighting this disease. Her name is Leigh, maybe you could contact her Leighski6@aol.com. I am sure she would appreciate your story. We also beleive God for a healing, I will pray for you.