#survivor-stories

#survivor-stories

It was like an explosion like an explosion in my heart,

Unlike many cancer patients, I was handed an abundance of treatment options, leaving my wife and me overwhelmed rather than reassured about the best path forward.

"Chance is a miracle. That's why his name is Chance. I guess," said Danielle Young, his mother. She recalled the terrifying weeks of his recovery, which involved the use of a defibrillator, a breathing tube, and life support.

I heard a cell phone ring from another person, but he was dead. He had his hand on top of me, and he was dead because he had the light on his face.

Alison Arngrim has transformed her traumatic past into a mission to protect children from sexual abuse, emphasizing the need for stronger laws and vigilance.

Every time that I take a step, I have to think about it. My brain runs through every possibility: Is my leg going to slip out?

I was taken aback, says Jo, maybe a bit flattered, bowled over. I'd never once thought of him that way. I went home and as the days passed, he kept messaging me, getting so full-on and a bit stalkerish, as if he was desperate to see me.