SURVIVING THE STORMS OF LIFE.  After surviving many earth-shattering storms in my life, my husband died of colon cancer in 2002.  I was struggling to overcome pancreatic cancer at the same time.  We had both been given a death sentence almost simultaneously.  We would sit on our back porch and discuss who would die first.  Why?  Because we had a good size construction business going full steam ahead, and we needed to make some major decisions about what we needed to do about it.  Thankfully, all our children were grown and on their own.

However, he died first and afterward life had to go on, no matter what.  After his funeral, I would frequently visit his grave and recount our lives, how we made both good/bad choices and suffered through a lot of bad luck.   It’s a funny thing how the bad choices/luck and their consequences stick in your mind like super-glue while the good times are pushed into the back of your mind, sometimes into infinity.

I had loved and lived with the man for 46 years. I would miss him.  Although I was a registered nurse, my whole life had revolved around him and our construction business. The business absolutely consumed our lives.  What would I do with myself?  I didn’t have to worry because, as usual, fate took over and pushed me into an unknown future.  I was still considered terminal due to having cancer, but I carried on as if I was going to live forever.

At that time, the stats on surviving pancreatic cancer was only 3% of victims who would survive over five years. Most people succumb within 3-9 months of being diagnosed with the disease.

There was no time to worry about whether I was going to live or die or even to grieve for my husband.  I was immediately faced with running our construction business with the aid of my son. We had employees, and we had to produce construction projects for our men so that they could draw a paycheck. My son was very smart and was excellent when working in the field; however, he did not want any part of handling the finances.  It turned out to be a blessing that I was used to the financial end of the business.

Having always handled the money with input from my husband, it was now all on my shoulders. Some months before my husband died, our company that usually built commercial buildings, had taken on another division, installing underground cable for networks. Once again, fate dealt us a deadly blow. World-Com went belly up leaving us with a lot of awfully expensive and useless equipment.  I think the stress of dealing with another problem of this magnitude had hastened the death of my husband and was gradually shoving me closer to the pearly gates.  However, I am still alive today, which is considered a miracle by my doctors, and doing quite well thanks to God and some good doctors.

I have hung on through many, many  stormy situations in my life, but in my twilight years, God has rewarded me with a good husband in a second marriage  I married him thirteen years after my first husband died.  As I write this, the storms in my life have settled down to an occasional thunderstorm.

I have used only one of many terrible experiences out of my personal life to show that you can NEVER GIVE UP. Many times, God will not stop these problems from happening, but he will help you get through them.  One thing for sure, it will make you a tougher person.

After I retired from nursing, and since I have had a chaotic but interesting life, I have begun to write books.  More of my experiences of life can be found in my book:  ABSOLUTE PROOF THAT GOOD REALLY EXISTS.  All of my books can be found on my Amazon Page: