Gotta agree with Karen and Joanna AGAIN! Out with the turtle necks in with those sexy low cut tops....not really, but you know what I mean. I swear I wore tuttle necks for what seemed like forever until FINALLY it was just too hot....or was it that I just didn't care about the scars anymore....or was it I had other things to worry about and my neck wasn't a priority. I'm guessing all of the above and a certain level of maturity. Now that I don't notice my scars it's doubtful anyone else does either, and if they do, so what. I fought the battle, won the war and that is all I really care about anymore.

I like the term Enlisp too. Pretty much sums it up for me in terms of the way I speak sometimes; and then again, on a GOOD day, I think I sound almost normal....but not quite. Just the fact that I can speak is a blessing to me. I have very little to complain about. Six years ago the only thing I wanted was to see my son graduate high school. I've accomplished that, now we're on to the college graduation and then his marriage, my grandkids.......and living a full life in between. Some where along the with surgery, treatment and suffering, I learned some valuable life long lessons that I hope some how I passed on to my son....that he'll pass along to his son...and the beat goes on!

Good things do come out of bad situations. It might on seem that way right now to those of you newly diagnosed or going through treatment, but there is a light at the end of the tunnel and its all good! SIncerely, Donna