Shortly after I turned thirty, struggling to raise three children, I was diagnosed with stage 4B cancer. Being raised in a very strict Catholic home where the sacrifice of pain and suffering was taught as a way to get closer to God I thought I had won the lottery. It was my turn to carry the cross for Christ. Unfortunately, I carried the wrong cross.
Through my walk, I discovered there is a greater god out there. My father is my inspiration for joy and laughter. This book reveals the struggles of breaking free from a religious misunderstanding that consumed my soul. After a year in and out of hospitals and being separated from family, I broke free from a life of judgment and condemnation.
