My life right now is a gift. My first breast cancer diagnosis was 1992. With a job & family giving up wasn't an option. I'd lose a breast & my hair, but keep my life. In 1996 the cancer returned, now in my other breast, which meant more surgery, more chemo & a repeat of the emotional journey. But again I survived. In 2002 I went in for a procedure to prevent ovarian cancer but was too late. Stage 4 ovarian cancer this time. With a slim chance of survival I had an emergency hysterectomy, more chemo & a stem cell transplant. Not only was it intense but it was extremely painful & any infection could be fatal. I refused to quit; there was just too much life left to live. That was almost 20 years ago. When I have the chance to sing, I sing; if I can dance, I dance. Why? It’s a great day to be alive.