It was 1977 and I was fourteen. We had just gotten back from a year abroad in Israel, living on a kibbutz. Yes- that was my crazy family, who left the United States, lived through a war, and came back because it was “safer.” I remember getting diagnosed like it was yesterday…being sick, not knowing what it was….then finally a diagnosis…”Non-Hodgkins Lymphoma.” At 14, all that mattered was that I could go to school, be with my friends, gossip….but in April 1977 everything changed. Radiation, chemotherapy, hair loss…MORE chemo….then, after what seemed like an eternity…CURED. It was over….or so I thought. Thank goodness I didn’t know it WASN’T over. My hair was back, I met a boy, went to college. Things were good….or so I thought. My mother nagged me to get check- ups. “Why?” I would say, it was OVER! Or so I thought….But I got check- ups, got married, had two children….STOP nagging me to get check-ups! Thank goodness she persisted….my mother saved my life more than once. 1999….Something was wrong….oh Goodness! That Adriamycin did my heart in….It took a year to figure out the medicine….No more running. OK, I can do this. 2001….breast cancer….very early stage….get those breasts OFF! OK, got through that….I can do this…What is happening? I feel like I’m falling apart! But I can do this. 2014… now months of passing out…what is W’RONG? Brachycardia! Then, a life changer….sarcoma! Finally, I understand the late effects. Really???? Thirty years later……my body is falling apart, piece by piece…..But it doesn’t do me in all at once. It’s a slow, progressive illness….chronic. My life was saved in 1977….but my life was altered too. The journey is one I never would have picked….but then again, I am here to share with you. Thanks Mom, for nagging me.