I am not necessarily a religious person, but I am spiritual and I truly believe some higher power was watching over me. I am safe for a reason.
It’s taken me a long time to admit that I’m perfectly imperfect, but just by typing all of this out I’m feeling quite liberated.
It was July of 2010 when the dreaded diagnosis came. I had always had my suspicions and so had others, but denial was the place I lived in for a long time. That July was different.
That was the day that my light bulb turned on. I began to realize the severity of what we were dealing with.