I will attempt to sum up a year filled with fear, despair, hope, sadness and, most of all, laughter. I am a 45-year-old single mother of two beautiful daughters who, after many years, decided to return to school to obtain a nursing degree. As a single mother, running a small medical transcription business and attending school, this was not an easy task. But possessing a strong will and much determination, I managed to maintain a 4.0 average throughout my four year journey. With only two semesters of nursing school remaining, I was quickly approaching the day I would graduate and be able to live my dream of helping others as a hospice nurse. After all, as a young child, only three years of age, losing my best friend and sister, who was just shy of her fifth birthday, to leukemia, and later my father at the age of 59 to cancer, as well as many other family members to such a horrific disease, being able to make a difference in the lives of those in need was something I felt compelled to do. However, my dream, something I had worked so hard for, came to an abrupt halt when in December of 2009, I diagnosed myself with liver cancer. My friends and family thought I was crazy, as did my doctor, until the diagnosis was confirmed on 1/14/10, my daughter