In 1979, I was three months pregnant with my second child and in excruciating pain, pain I’d been dealingwith every day for almost 15 months. I couldn’t walk, I couldn’t stand, I couldn’t sleep. In just a year, I’dgone from being an active young woman to being almost entirely incapacitated. Everything was pain.Trying to find the cause was almost as bad as the diagnosis. At every turn, I was told nothing was wrong.Nobody was helping.Another three months passed and I went in for my six-month check-up with my obstetrician. He, too, toldme everything was fine… but it definitely was not. I broke down in tears in his office. I couldn’t do itanymore. The agony was too much and I was at my wit’s end. He took me seriously and what happenednext would change my life forever.After 18 months, I finally had a diagnosis - 1st April 1980 - It was a tumour the size of a tennis ball on myknee. It was Cancer. Almost in the same breath they said that I would have to have my leg amputatedabove the knee and oh by the way, he said, highly probable that I would lose the baby as it wouldn’t survivethe trauma of the surgery. I was 26 years old and 26 weeks pregnant.After 40 years since diagnosis, I’m still here… and that wasn’t the only time I was told I had cancer. Yes, I’ve survived a lot,but I’m just like anyone else. The strength is within us all. You just have to reach for it. There is light at theend of the tunnel, even when you can’t see it. You just have to keep going, especially when it seems likeyou have nothing left.