32 years ago, I was diagnosed with breast cancer. The cancer had traveled into my intestine as well and the outlook looked terrible. I had a family of boys and I prayed to God to have mercy and help me heal. I didn’t want anybody to raise my boys and I told God that if he healed me and let me raise my boys, I would give myself to him and do his work. 25 Years ago, I started a non-profit to help women of color detect and get treatment for breast cancer specifically, but all cancer in general. I would venture into some of the toughest neighborhoods and spread hope, God’s word and help educate them on cancer. What started as a mission 25 years ago, turned into a village of survivors and believers in miracles. I thank God everyday for giving me the cancer and giving me life. I’m a cancer survivor.