When I got cancer the first time, in 2002, I immediately wondered if I would live. I wanted to live; I wanted to be a survivor. My situation was not exactly the best. There was a lot of drama going on in my life and marriage. My husband left me. His family tried to take my children away from me because I was not well enough to take care of my children. Of course, I was not. First, where did my husband go? Secondly, how was I supposed to take care of my children while undergoing several surgeries and eventually starting chemotherapy?

I am so thankful for friends. They cleaned my surgery sites. They took care of my children. One of my friends even organized a benefit in my honor and raised over $4000. On top of all that, the church I attended paid my bills. Even my mother sent me money. People visited me whom I never met to give me hope and help. Dinner showed up at my house practically every day. The amount of cards I received covered the front doorway. Flowers were sent. Even Santa came to my house to visit my children. The company I worked for set me up with fmla and gave me a leave of absense. Even my boss helped in getting that taken care of. I was so blessed to see that the tragedy of cancer made me feel so much love.

There came a time that I had to leave. There was no denying it. I called my aunt and told her everything that was going on with my husband and his family. She told me to drive there, NOW. She said not to pack, get the kids, and drive to Kansas, NOW. Most cancer survivors realize doing this on the third day after chemo is very hard to do but I did it. I told the school there were appointments. I put my children in a car. I went to an abused women’s center. I told them what I was doing and then I left Illinois and drove to Kansas.

All the way to Kansas, my daughter and I would pray. Each time we finished praying we would see signs on the highway like, Jesus Saves. Once we were in St. Louis, we prayed again asking to know for sure we were doing the right thing. Then I looked a head and I saw a license plate that was from San Jose, CA. This was to be our final destination. We never questioned whether were doing the right thing again.

We spent the night in Kansas and then in the morning boarded a plane for San Jose. We were welcomed with opened arms at my other aunts. We would spend 6 months in CA.

Three days later, I finally called my husband to tell him where we were, as I told no one where I was going. He was very mad. However, I deserved better. Eventually, he tried to have me arrested for kidnapping. As I said earlier, I went to an abused women’s shelter before we left Illinois. I have no idea why I decided to go there. My guess is divine intervention. Therefor, because I went there and told them what I was doing, no one could have me arrested for kidnapping.

I decided at that moment to try to understand what kind of life lessons I could learn from cancer. The first lesson was faith. Faith makes miracles happen.

I believe the whole experience to get to California happened because of divine intervention. Without divine intervention, I would not be here right now enjoying my life with my now older children, my new husband, and our 4-year-old son.

Check back soon for more about my cancer journey.

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