When I was in my early twenties, I was a single mother with an baby less than a year old. I met a wonderful guy who was eleven years older than me. We had started dating and as the relationship was becoming more serious, he said to me one night that he has cancer and a heart condition. He said that he wanted to let me know before things went any further so that I could decide whether I wanted to still be with him. I made a promise to him that night that I would love and take care of him and always be by his side. A year later, we found out we were pregnant and then we decided to get married.

I grew accustomed to his having doctors appointments every week, sometimes two or three times in a week. I always asked if I could go with him and he would say that there was no need.He always came home and had news about his doctors appointments, new conditions they were watching or sometimes even better news about his cancer.

In our second year of marriage, things started changing. He gave up on his work. We had a mortgage on the house I had bought before we were married plus our everyday expenses. When he started giving up his work, I had to work more. I worked at a nursing home, taking double shifts just to try and make ends meet. By this time, I had started to believe that his cancer was getting worse and he just hadn't told me yet. He had been losing weight and coughing a lot.

One evening I came home from work and my husband couldn't walk from our living to our bedroom with out having serious breathing problems. I told him we needed to go to the hospital, he refused. I called his parents and they came over. After his mom saw him, she pulled me aside and asked me if he had Aids. I looked at her with shock and told her no, that he has cancer and a heart condition.

When we got my husband to the hospital, they took a history of the conditions he said he had. I even told them what he had told me. They put my husband in ICU and kept running tests. There were two doctors who had me follow them into a vacant room and sat me down. They told me that all the things that were in my husbands medical history weren't true. That he did not have cancer or a heart condition. They paused for awhile before they started listing off the things they found and then told me that my husband had full blown Aids. I am sure you can imagine, my world fell apart. It was like the whole bottom dropped out and I was living in a real nightmare. To make matters worse, the doctors in the kindest way they could,told me that I was probably infected and that I needed to get tested as soon as possible along with my daughter.

Imagine being angry, scared, hurt,and wanting to kill the man I had married. I went to the local health department and told them what was going on. The sympathy they had on their faces convinced me I was sick. They had already started counseling me on what types of treatment are out there and that its not the end of the world. Yea right. They were telling me this before the tests came back.

Meanwhile, my husband,was moved from ICU to a regular room. I was still at the hospital everyday, helping to take care of him. One nurse asked me why I didn't just walk away, this man did something unforgivable. I said I can't, I made a promise. A promise to him and more importantly a promise to God when I took my wedding vows. A couple of weeks later the day came when he had to come home. I made the decision to bring him home and take care of him. At this time my daighter was 16 months old and my son was 3. A friend of mine took care of my kids for me while I was taking care of this man.

For two months, I took care of this man, every single day. I don't know if you could possibly understand what it means to take care of a man you despise and who has Aids. It was non stop work from morrning to night. I was angry, tired, bitter, hurt, scared and also trying to deal with the fact I might be sick also. I never sorted so many pills in my entire life and never had to learn so much about this disease until this point. I never thought in a million years I would ever have to personally deal with Aids.

Do you think this man ever said he was sorry? Do you think he ever showed any care about what he had done? The answer is no. What I did get from him was that his times he left every week for supposed doctors appointments, he was out with other men. Some that he just picked up. He had no remorse, nothing.

In the second month of taking care of him, I was exhausted. I couldn't do it anymore.I sat down at my kitchen table one night and cried my eyes out. I couldn't stop crying and I begged God with all my heart and soul. I said " Please God, I can't do this anymore. You have to take him or take me." I cried myself to sleep that night, begging God to step in.

Two days later, my husband died at home in front of me, my three year old son and my eighteen month old daughter.

These are the miracles God gave to me

I became a widow at the age of twenty eight with two small children. I lost my house and everything I had. At the time, I couldn't see what the miracles were. I thought God left me those two months. I thought I was being punished for something.

After awhile this is what I discovered once all the emotions had cleared some. God knew I couldn't handle anymore and he took that man from my life. I believe because I kept my promise to God. I fought hard for trying to do the right thing even when everyone kept telling me I was crazy for doing what I had done by bringing this man home. My parents were even questioning why I didn't just turn my back when he had so obviously done so to me. God released me from taking care of this man anymore.He ansered my prayer. Thank you God.

My HIV test was completely negative along with my kids. I had to take tests for many years afterwards but they have always been negative. Two years ago, I was told that I don't have to worry about it anymore.

This whole thing happened eight years ago. I remarried two months after I buried my first husband. God brought a man into my life who completely accepted both of my kids and understood what happened in my first marriage and wasn't scared. We are going to be celebrating our 8 year anniversary in July.

I do believe in miracles because God gave my children and I many of them.