When I first heard my diagnosis of cancer, I automatically went into a depression. I didn’t consciously tell myself that I was depressed, it just happened naturally, without any thought or pretense.

Sandie is "just a normal kid of 55" who lives in Fogelsville, PA. Sandie enjoys reading, learning, laughing, and has a life-long addiction to bingo. She's a mother, grandmother, and cancer survivor.

Crazy thoughts went through my head, including funeral arrangements. When I die, are they going to dress me the way I want to be dressed for eternity? Will they play the music that I would prefer at my services? If they are going to cry over me when I’m gone, why aren’t they calling me and expressing their concern while I’m still here? I really felt alone.

But there were phone calls from terrific people that really helped me through this.

A woman I work with suggested I have my hair cut short and close to my head so it’s not so traumatic when it starts falling out. Another friend of mine had her cousin call me. I didn’t even know this lady, but we shared a disease and we shared a doctor. She explained what she had been through, and how the medication made her feel, and how she needed to change her diet in order to cope with it. It was practical advice that I really needed. Another woman taught me about the power of prayer. Three simple phone calls, but oh so powerful.

Whose call made a difference for you?