During covid, I was given shocking news, I had 6 months to live and there was nothing that could be done for me. I was forced to give up my all of my belongings, my apartment and was in a nursing facility. I said my heart wrenching goodbyes to my children, to my ex husband, to my loved ones. By what I would say is a miracle the prognosis did not occur. One would think that I embraced life, I was depressed. A gentleman visited me one day at teh nursing facility, we chatted and he asked me if I wanted to go home. This was a question, no one asked and not something that was even in my realm of having an option. Yes, I did. HOPE! He asked a question and a door of hope flew open. It took a lot of work, planning, and certainly patience. The biggest obstacle was finding a place to live. My beacon of hope, did not give up and today I live in my own apartment. I can no longer drive becasue of my medical issues, but there are services in place to support me at home. I am surrounded by love, by family and new friends. I volunteer, attend church and have a renewed meaning and purpose. Yes there is HOPE!