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!