The End of the rainbow...

This is Lisa. I was born a baby girl with lots of health issues. I became a fighter. I fought side efects of meds. I fought when they cut deep into my forhead to get the cancer out. I had to fight to heal not only the forhead but what would become 128 stitched areas of my body. My immunosupressant drugs allowed cancer to creep into my skin and then eventually into my lungs. My precious lungs that someone gave to me on April 26, 2011. That double lung transplant that gave me life again. I could breath again without oxygen. How could such a wonderful miracle turn into cancer. I could still breath but cancer just kept spreading and growing. How could this be ? Hadn't I fought enough, hard enough and fast enough. I fought so hard being born with Cystic Fibrosis. My mom fought so hard to allow me to do normal things. Her power to fight became my power to fight. When do we stop fighting? Well I say NEVER ! When do we give up ? Again I say NEVER! Then I see the scans much different than the scans I had seen before. I am not sure how to explain how I felt. Could this actually be the one thing that could stop such a fighter. Cancer in my lung. The one thing I knew that would fill my lungs. Memories flooded back. The oxygen tanks, the breathing machines and the wheelchairs. No it just couldn't be. Then the biopsy comes back. It is Sarcoma. I cried and yes fighters can cry. I hadn't cried much in my lifetime.  I was use to being sick, having high med bills and everything that goes along with my life. Though this time it was cancer in my lungs. Nothing the best docs could do. I had no immune system. The time I have been given is short. I suppose I knew this day would come, well maybe. Its just now thas I realize how blessed I have been. Look at all I leave behind. My footprint on the path that I have made in all of my 55 years. Look at all I have! Two beautiful daughters (Brogan & Madison)that those docs said I would never be born from my body. All the players that I coached. Hoping I taught them to respect and nurture. More friends than anyone could possibly imagine. Most priceless of all my husband of 30 years. Rory the caregiver. I am not sure he was aware all those years ago of just how strong he would have to be. The glue that held us all together. Now I see this man cry, what did he say, "what can I do for you as he wipes my tears and his." Can I ask this man to take care of EVERYTHING, as he takes care of me. Rory needs some help. So many of you have asked what can we do, anything just tell us. If everyone who asks would do $5 that would pay for our gas back and forth to Indy. He will need some help as all these years of paying everything that insurance would not has hit his wallet hard. Asking for money is the hardest thing as a man or a woman that you have to do. In our lives it's here we go again. This time though it will only be he and the other part of "we" won't be walking hand and hand on this earth. However, we do need some help because this will be the hardest fight.The last fight. Knowing you are going to die very soon is difficult. Knowing who and what you will be leaving behind is more difficult. Who said life would be easy. Maybe that is what life is for, to make you stronger. Make you a fighter!