My name is Diane Gooding. I have been in remission from peritoneal cancer for 2 years and three months. They say it takes a village to raise a child, but my village showed up to offer me support during chemo. I was humbled by that level of support, from the neighbors that fed my husband when I was in the hospital, to the people that called from the grocery store to see if we needed anything, to the friend that lost his fiancée years prior to the same cancer, who constantly reminded me not to compare the two. There was the person that anonymously sent me a bunch of inspirational cards with instructions as to when to open them, the folks that made Thanksgiving dinner, and the friend who sent me a silly cat hat to cover my bald head. And my husband of course, who worked 12 hour shifts, took care of me and all our pets. I still don’t know how he did it. To my village, I love you!