“Even after the last angel left, I continued to reach new levels in my energy, my health and the overall quality of my life.”
It is difficult for me to know where to begin my story. This has been a long road with many twists and turns.
I was 30 years old and the mother of a very beautiful, very healthy and very active eighteen-month-old boy. I had a job that I thoroughly enjoyed and a husband who was loving, caring and supportive. I had all the basics of a good and happy life. When I look back on that time, I remember feeling that my life could not have been better. I was, like most people, blissfully flowing along in the denial of our common fate. A denial that was somehow essential to my peace of mind. I never thought about mortality in a serious way. Little did I know that my reality was about to change – almost as abruptly as if I had crashed into a brick wall while traveling at 90 miles an hour.