Here's my story-I've always considered my health. My mom had Lupus, so I've always tried to be in tune with my body. I eat healthy (ish) drink socially (or less) haven't smoked since high school (ah, the 80s), I might not exercise like a freak, but I do walk my dog everyday. Oh, and I moved to the mountains of Colorado for a stress free and magical lifestyle. About 2 weeks ago I was diagnosed with Stage 4 stomach cancer (really Gastrointestinal Cancer, but details are not important). For the last several months I've been feeling crummy. Achy, tired, indigestion, waking up soaking wet from sweating-shit I thought was typical peri-menopausal stuff. WRONG. This summer my stomach started hurting terribly. I lost about 15 pounds (though I did change my diet drastically in an effort to feel better) and tired of hearing my complain-daddyO made me go to the doctor. There was a hard spot on my stomach, an ultra sound revealed a mass on my liver, an MRI showed 2 large tumors on my liver (one the size of a softball, the other a tennis ball). Biopsy, CAT scan, endoscopy/biopsy, and a PET scan later-BAM my life has changed. It's been an emotional roller coaster. I'm very positive I will get rid of this, and I'm super grateful for friends and family like you-shit, you're all family (the term "friends" no longer applies). With your support, good vibes and prayers (if that's what you do), I will-no, WE will get through this. Thank you. Thank you for being here and listening, supporting and holding my hand.