That turned dark quickly. Instead of the normal two-day period, we experienced a rapid deterioration. When it was most dangerous to leave the hospital, we could not leave the room. We spent two months in the hospital. The children slept in the same room. Eventually we went to a new hospital for treatment. Later we went to a special center in Mexico City. The same house in Cuernavaca is still being used by many people. They are homeless, but the place is still sacred for them. They go there for healing and guidance. It also helps them to stay connected to where they came from. It is a very sad conclusion of our family. They could not see me even once during my treatment. The doctor and my husband, Rafael, told me I would see them again. I did. I saw my children every day, but when my husband got in touch with me, he told me to move on. He wanted to meet them in another place. I was devastated. I was told by other people, that his father (my late husband) was a great man who sacrificed all he had to look for a better life for his family. I came here with nothing. My husband sent me away from my country with only two tattered suitcases. I worked for many years before he was able to join me. I had worked as a school teacher in the streets of our neighborhood. I never dreamed that one day I would be separated from my family, especially in the way that I lost contact with them. There was no hope that I would see them again. It is a terrible tragedy for our family. I always trusted God and the strength I learned from my faith. I could not sleep at night during my treatment. I tried to sleep but couldn't. Every night I dreamt about my family. I would wake up late at night, crying. I would say my prayers and pray for them. God heard me. He healed my wounds. He sent me this message: My son is no longer a homeless man. He will not beg for food anymore. He can live in a home with electricity instead of using charcoal to cook. He can take a warm bath once a day, because there is a bath at my home. He will not lose his clothes and beg for money. There is no need to beg for money. He can use a towel for clothes. God told me that my other son Miguel, who died at the age of 13, will also be in that home. He will become a good man and will no longer use drugs. He will learn to study more. He will help with the housework, and he will love us again. We will see him every day. Miguel always loved flowers, so we will have a lot of flowers in our home. He will receive his blessings. I thank God for that. The house will be very big. I also saw in my dreams that I will be healed of my cancer. The doctors said I would not survive. I am feeling very good and healthy. God is hearing my prayers. He is with me. He will heal me with the grace of God. My whole family came to visit me at the hospital. I welcomed them with flowers, a bowl of water and two tattered candles. They told me not to give up, because the last few months were the worst stretches for our whole family. My eldest son is almost 17 years old, but he needs constant guidance and support. I have been helping him the best I can, with medication, but he has a lot to learn. He is my little man. I think he might be working and looking for a job. He is already saving for the bus to go home. I have told him that I forgive him for what he did. He doesn't need to be angry with me. I want him to come home. He can live at my house with us. We will find a way to help him, and to forgive him and continue our relationship. I had to tell him that. We are going to help him. I will stay close to him. God told me I was blessed with many children and they are good children. They love their father. I know my children. I know my children better than anyone else. Miguel, my son, died two months before his birthday. Rafael is responsible for this. His father worked as a driver and they were moving houses and that was his job. He brought the family to the United States. I had to earn money to help my mother and all the boys. The last house was on the way to a place where there was a lot of drugs. Miguel was 13 years old, a good boy. He did not participate in that. I do not know the rest of the family. I lost contact with them in 2010, when I was taken into the hospital. I was in a hospital for about two years. I discovered that the hospital is not healthy for the human body. It does not always improve the condition. After two years, my physicians informed me that I could go home. I was very grateful to them. Rafael and I were so happy to be together again. We looked for a house, and were looking for an apartment for ourselves and our son. I also had to start my work again. I wanted to live near the hospital. We had our own medical records, so I knew that I could work. I wanted to improve my life. It did not work out. I found a new apartment. I had to pay rent. Rafael worked all day and bought our food. Then at night he would work with the homeless people. That was his work. He did not want to stay home and do nothing. He was not happy with that. I am grateful for him. He is the only one who helped me, and he did not want me to have anything. He spent his time outside begging for money. He only had a few cents.