I was diagnosed on December 7, 1999 at the age of 51.

Rita

What I would like to share with anyone who reads this -- especially if you have just discovered that you have IBC: Don't be afraid.

Fight as hard as you can. The pain is measured in moments, and there is LIFE beyond it.

If I can help you, contact me. I pray for all of us and for those who love us.

Please click on the title of the hymn in order to hear the music.

Morning Has Broken

Morning has broken like the first morning;
Blackbird has spoken like the first bird.
Praise for the singing! Praise for the morning!
Praise for them springing fresh from the Word!

Sweet the rain's new fall sunlit from heaven;
Like the first dewfall on the first grass.
Praise for the sweetness of the wet garden;
Sprung in completeness where His feet pass.

Mine is the sunlight! Mine is the morning
Born of the one light Eden saw play!
Praise with elation, praise every morning;
God's recreation of the new day!