While she took her concerns to prayer, she was crushed to think about disintegrating in front of her family. Her father died of lung cancer at age 33.
“I cried a lot,” she says. “You sorta feel sorry for yourself sometimes. But I have a strong faith in one true, loving God. You move forward in faith even though you’re going through a difficult struggle.”
She was getting prayers from people she didn’t even know, she says. Every day when she went to the mailbox, there was a different letter of encouragement from friends near and far, she says.
Some of the treatment sessions lasted for hours. Wayne, a self-employed electrician, was by her side for all of them.
“One day, he stepped out for little while and when he was gone, it was like, ‘Where’s my buddy?’”
She was crying when he returned, and he asked her why.
“I said, ‘Because you left me,’” she says. “And the next time he needed to go to the bathroom, he just held it.”
Her husband is her most loyal friend, she says.