“I’m not done yet” For the majority of my adult life - since 1989 - I’ve been in, out, in, out, and back in cancer therapy. The second time I went out of remission, the doctors were very aggressive in my treatment and I became gravely ill. This was a very dark time for me. I was terrified, angry, depressed and completely alone. There was a very serious chance that I would not survive, and I actually flatlined during treatment — twice. Had I known then that 26 years later I would not only still be alive, but I’d have a LIFE filled with love and laughter. If I’d had known that there would be a light at the end of the long dark tunnel, I would have been defiant. Braver. Calmer. I would have told myself “I got this. I am not done yet.” And here I am.