Who Will Care for My Children?

Just a few years after my husband of 20 years decided he didn't want to be married any more, I was diagnosed with Stage III Breast Cancer at age 47. I had 2 kids in college and one in high school and had gone to work full time. When I was told I had a 40% chance of living 5 years, I was filled with anger. Why would God do this when I was trying to support three kids as a newly-single parent? When I scheduled my mastectomy, I didn't schedule reconstruction immediately afterwards. If I died in less than 5 years, why do it? I muddled through the surgery, chemo and radiation until, 3 years later; I decided I might live after all. THAT was the turning point for me. So I am now 14 years post-diagnosis, retired, and the proud grandmom of a four-year-old girl, Emma. I could have made this story 20 times longer, but the end result is...I am still here.