My Name is Victoria. I live in Alabama with my daughter Elizabeth and our dog Jiggie. No, I am not a natural southern girl but don’t hold that against me. The past eight years I have been forged like steel…burned by fire and twisted into my present identity. Who am I? To answer that I have to tell you who I was eight years ago. I was a teacher living in Montana with my husband. I was pregnant with my sweet daughter, Elizabeth. It was my first pregnancy and we were happy. I remember the day when I told my husband that we were having a baby. We had tried for three years and now it had finally happened. I love children and teaching was all I ever wanted to do. However, by the time I was entering my second trimester I was too tired to get out of bed. I thought it must just be the pregnancy but other things were happening too. I was dizzy a lot. I had pounding headaches and my vision was really off. I mentioned how I felt to my doctor and she ran some tests. She performed a pretty thorough examination which included checking my breast. There is was…I hadn’t even noticed it. My breast were already sore and I just thought it must be the pregnancy. It wasn’t. The biopsy results: Stage III breast cancer! I went home that evening and told my husband that I had breast cancer. As if that wasn’t bad enough, my husband’s response was far more than I could have ever expected. He said we needed to abort the baby! I couldn’t do that. My doctor told me that treatment would make it nearly impossible to protect my baby…she mentioned abortion too. I made up mind before leaving her office that I was keeping my child. I never dreamed my husband would disagree. This was suppose to be a wonderful time for us…we were going to have a baby. All of a sudden everything changed. I couldn’t work. I quit my job. My husband left us. Wow…that really sucked! You never know how strong you are until you have to be strong. I have an amazing friend who moved me to Alabama to live with her. I was a mess and she was my angel. After my daughter was born…I filed for divorce from my husband. Yeah…he had a great health plan. I felt he owed me that! It hasn’t been easy and it’s not suppose to be. I had cancer…but here is what Cancer taught me. I am strong, I am a fighter, I can survive having the man I love walk out of my life. He was afraid and I understand that…but I was devastated. I’m the one who had cancer! It took one look in my daughter’s beautiful eyes to show me how much God loved me. As of today… I am cancer free! I am teaching again and growing my own vegetables. Nobody could have told me that I would be a girl who loves playing in the dirt. Each day is my blessing. My daughter is my miracle and I am so proud of who I have become. Walking through fire…will change you. It changed me.