I have been a school teacher for 37 years and am a single woman of 64, turning 65 in June, fighting breast cancer.   In October of 2015, I was diagnosed with this enemy that is attacking so many woman. The breast cancer has lead me down an extremely rocky road with chemo that made me so sick, I couldn't eat anything. What I could get down, tasted like paste.  I have dropped 60 pounds since I started this treatment.  My fingernails and toenails turned black and fell off, I lost all of my hair, which has come back in now, I experienced neuropathy in feet and hands, I developed sores in my mouth and genitals; all my energy just diminished and my hemoglobin dropped to 6 at one point.  I have endured 5 surgeries, so far, two emergency surgeries,which went back in to fix problems that occured in the healing process.  I developed every complication and healed very slowly.  I am drowning in debt with medical bills, I cannot work my second job, which is a loss of income for me, and I am not receiving any disability income because they do not consider that I am single, have huge medical bills, and  have a loss of second job income, which does not qualify me for disability.  I am out of days at school, and if I miss a day, it costs me over $350 a day.  I am trying to hang on to my job and my house, and pay off the short term loans I have  taken in order to try and survive. In the midst of my treatment, a tree fell on my house in a tornado, my car died, my garage door opener broke, my hot water heater went out, and my house was broken into by teenagers, the police think.  I have two more surgeries to go and 3 more chemo treatments.  On top of all that and months of trying to heal, March 10th, I had to have emergency knee surgery.  The plastic peace in the lining of my knee replacement failed, and I had to have a revision, replacing the failing part in my knee, which holds the knee cap in place.  My hemoglobin again dropped to six, and I had to receive a blood transfusion and stay in the hospital several extra days.  It has been a very rough ride.  I am determined to beat cancer and come out the other side a stronger person.  I love teaching and I have touched the lives of so many students.  Please help; I am trying  hard to hang on to everything I have worked for in the past 40 years, like my house.  SOS is morse code for help; please help me. Donate and help me stay afloat.