Every day something stressful happens. That's the way it is when you have five kids. Every day is a challenge just to cope. And every day I stop and think, in my most hurried times, my most stressful times, of just how lucky I am. Today my children are alive and healthy. Today I am alive and healthy. Yesterday at the end of my driveway while holding a yard sale to which not many buyers came, a friend stopped to say hello. She mentioned her son had just graduated last week. I remembered what she told me 7 years ago when she was diagnosed with breast cancer. "I just want to see my son graduate from high school." "Hey, you got your wish," I said. We hugged. Every day something stressful happens and I think I just can cope, and then I remember the day late in August when my good friend called to tell me her father had died. My throat tightened and I couldn't speak. And she knew from my silence that something else was wrong. She probed, through her own tears, until I finally said I just learned from my doctor today that I have breast cancer. Through all the worries, all the stress, all the little and big troubles, I am grateful, every day, for each day I have to enjoy my life and my family.”