A year prior to my diagnosis I met one of my lowest moments. We had secured life insurance that doubled Mike’s protection. We had backed out of all of life’s commitments besides Mike’s career. We talked to people about it. We prayed about it. All of our ducks were in a row and I applied to a major health research institute. I was worse than I’d been yet and we didn’t expect me to survive the year. So, we threw all financial caution to the wind in our last stitch effort to find an answer. This institution holds promise for healing AND the ability to destroy my family’s financial future. I worried about their financial future in my wake. So, this decision was as monumental as any major life change might be. I had yielded to our financial fate. I had hoped for answers and healing.