Before I got sick, I worked 84 hours a week 52 weeks a year. I regret it now but I thought I was doing what was needed at the time. Making sure my kids always had what they needed and was planning on retiring when I was about 58. I wanted to travel and enjoy myself. Go to Europe, visit WW2 sites, etc. Well after almost dying twice, 6 different hospitals, 4 surgeries, last one they gave me less than a 20% survival rating. So everything I busted my *** for, for years was gone in flash. Lucky, lucky me, to beat the damn odds!!