I chose the name "Against All Odds" primarily because I know that although I'm sitting here writing these pages and feeling well, I am fighting against formidable odds. I was told by my gynecological oncologist from Sloan Kettering that of patients with my diagnosis, only one in ten will reach a survival of seven years. In January of 2002, I celebrated my seven-year anniversary, and fully intend to be that "one."

I hope, that by sharing my own feelings, someone out there will know that she or he is not alone. I hope someone will gain a little courage by knowing that I also saw the letters CA, and know the myriad emotions they carry. I dedicate these pages to you, other survivors who are fighting against your own personal odds, and to my grandmother, Eliza. My grandmother died of uterine cancer at age 49. I had my major surgery for endometrial cancer at age 49 and, with advances in treatment and protocols, am here to tell about it.

Thank you for sharing my most intimate story, and bless all of you who have a story of your own locked in your hearts.