My Story..My sons sore toe saved my life. 2007 after a blood test I was rung by the Drs to tell me I was anemic. I went to see them and told them it must be wrong.I had never felt better. Eventually after several more blood tests which showed low platelets and hemoglobin they sent me to a specialist. I had a liver biopsy and he told me he thought I had lymphoma. Well I was shocked. They did a bone marrow biopsy and gave me an iron infusion. Two weeks later I go back for results. They couldnt find anything. Wow such a relief. Mean while time marches on the Specialist thought I had a virus of some kind. Back and forwards to my own GP. They think I have enlarged spleen. More blood tests that go up and down. I felt great so I thought nothing of it. DR assured me it was a famial thing. Both my sons had low platelets at times. My younger son was seeing a ruemetologist at this same time.He was border line lupus. So I went with him to one of his appointments and asked his Doctor could he figure out what was wrong with me. My son originally went to him for a very sore toe and pains in his body. So I made the appointment. By this time its about 2011. I felt well and thought he wouldn't find any thing. First lot of test showed I had Sjrogrens. Autoimmune problem. Also showed at one time I had epstein barr virus. He told me these thing made it a higher chance of developing lymphoma. .Then he sent me for a ct scan. Showed enlarged lymph nodes near my heart and in the chest..Panic set in...He gave me a choice of seeing an Oncology Blood Specialist here or in Melbourne. Which is 2hours away. My husband and I decided to go to Melbourne. We closed our business for a couple of days to go and have tests. I felt sick and nervous like I was in a dream. We met the specialist who then admitted me to the hospital. I had several tests. A couple BMB they couldn't find anything. Then a test where they put a tube down around my lungs and got good pieces of the lymph nodes. I was asleep at the time. Also in between all this I had a pet scan. I felt like I had left my body and was watching from the sidelines. Also another ct scan. I cried a lot. Felt so alone and scared. My husband was a great support. After all this which took about 4 days. The results were in. The Dr came in. Closed the curtains. And sat on the bed and looked at me. He said..You have Lymphoma but we dont know what type. I felt like I lefty body and wanted to pull away from his words. My husband looked shocked and just couldn't believe it either. The Dr was sending all the info to a colleague of his in science and research dept. Where this Dr of mine worked once a week. He would have the results in a couple of days hopefully. I layed on the bed and my husband layed on the bed with me. His arms around me telling it was going to be all right. I was stunned. I couldnt cry..I thought I was going to die...A day later the Dr came back and said it was Marginal Zone LYMPHOMA and the treatment was watch and wait. There theory was that I was so well and very fit. That it was better not to make me sick at this time..I was absolutely shocked. No chemo at this time. We went home the next day. And my life was never the same again. Everyday I had to pinch myself. .I have cancer. Then somewhere amongst this feeling I just felt Like someone was helping me be strong. I just changed. It was okay. I used to say why me and then say why not me. I am not special. Every month I went for checkups and was doing very well. Until about 2013 I developed a lump on my temple and lost my voice. I knew in my heart that it was on the move. After a visit to the ENT dr and several biopsies. They decided to start Rchop. I was scared that I would die from the treatment that day. But no..I was fine..We went to Melbourne every 21days for 5 months. My hair fell out after 12days. And we went wig shopping just before it fell out completely. I coped...In April 2014 I had a pt scan and got the all clear. August 2014 had stem cells taken. June 2014 started the maintenance therapy of Ritixumatab every 3 months for two years. The last couple of years have been very stressful. My mother died in August just after my stem cell collection. My brother just died last month suddenly. My sister had died of Thyroid Cancer 18 years ago she was 47. My dad had passed away in 1994. So in the last year I have lost all of what was left of my family. I have become a stronger person who sees greatness in every day. And feel blessed at having my health. . The hardest thing throughout all this was I never told my mother I had cancer. It would of killed her to know she might lose another child. So we didnt tell her ,she was 92 when she died. It was difficult to say the least. But towards the end she had dementia. It was so sad. I needed my mum . But I had a wonderful husband and children that helped me through. I try not to think about what ifs. I get up every morning and feel grateful for what I have. And who I have become.