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My Name is Jean Shaw. I am only 22 years old. I was diagnosed with Ovarian Cancer about 3 1/2 years ago. I was dx with the cancer in August of 1998. The doctor gave me 6 months to live. It was a true shock and it is a shock still. It was the hardest thing I have ever been through. I am going to tell you my story and pray that you share it with others because it is not often that God blesses a person with something so strong. My whole family lives in Michigan. My mother and stepfather are believers and my father is not. I was raised in the church and I do not want to lead a double life. I had been in love with my boyfriend Greg since I was 11. Greg and I met in bible school at the church where I grew up. I started dating him on June 8, 1994. In the month of October I attended Victory Fellowship Church in Benton Harbor, Michigan. Greg and I had begun attending the church at the invitation of a friend. Greg became the youth pastor at the church in the fall of 1996. My mom and stepfather did not know we were dating. On the night of November 5, 1996, I went to our friends house with Greg. Greg left my mom and stepdad’s house about 8:00 and they gave me their key. I was going to use Greg’s car. It was about 11:00 and I was going to take a few minutes to talk to Greg about the wedding ceremony. The wedding ceremony was held at their house at approximately 11:20. I didn’t hear anything. I have no clue what happened next. My God, my dear Jesus, I have been praying for a year that I could be able to have a child. I became pregnant right after I started dating Greg. I went into labor on June 8, 1994 on the Memorial Day weekend. It was a scheduled c-section, but the baby was breech and my doctor had to try to push the baby down. She couldn’t push him down.
With very little food left in the house, the only item of clothing I brought was my coat. The cemetery was crowded. One of the few, and I mean few, things I had packed was my Beatles tape (although I do not consider myself a Beatles fan). A man and woman approached me just as I was packing my car. The man was staring at my tape player with an expression of joy. “I was just talking about you and your tape player. I had a love for the Beatles.” These two strangers took me by the arms and began to explain how much they loved the Beatles. They had both been in their early teens when the Beatles were “in the air”. My mom and dad had purchased the tape for her and for him. The doors to the cemetery were locked so we were left to reminisce. It was a night I will never forget. I had a new friend. We slowly walked back to the car to pack my tape player. It was as if we were really chatting. Funny thing is they were. Unfortunately, my tape player could not understand his accent and he went home.
It was a gorgeous day and the weather was perfect for a hike! We hiked for approximately 3 miles. On our way back, we saw a few hawks and while we were looking up at a bush of bushes we heard a car drive up and park. We both felt a little funny about it as we didn’t know who was arriving. We decided to walk a little further on the trail, when all of a sudden Sarah screamed and took off running, we could hear someone say “smell him” and the person she was talking to was coming after her. She screamed to us “He’s got my backpack!” I dropped my phone and ran after her and pulled her into my arms as she grabbed my backpack. I felt a sharp stab in my back, I turned around to see if I was hurt and I was. I was stabbed in my back, I ran for Sarah’s backpack and when I picked it up, Sarah yelled out “He stabbed me Dad!” and then he rushed up to me and I punched him in the face and he threw a few punches to my face and they just missed, he flipped me over and hit me in the face and I fell to the ground.