Fighting cancer is scary. I had just endured a 14 hour surgery and was in ICU wrapped in a tight straight jacket blanket. The room had to be 104 degrees and I wasn't allowed to move. I was trapped inside my body, and my mind was playing horrible tricks on me. If there was ever Hell on earth, I was there. Sheer terror consumed me and I couldn't speak. I didn't know why, I just knew words wouldn't come and I couldn't share my anguish or beg for relief. I was literally paralyzed. I stared at the ceiling; praying for easement. Laying there alone, all I had was listening. I listened to the machines pumping. I listened to the clock ticking. I listened to nurses out in the hall and I listened to horrible thoughts inside my head, telling me this would be my plight forever. I waited and waited to hear something, anything to still my frightened heart. Finally it came when I heard a familiar calming sound, my sweet Mother's voice. The voice that had always been my cheerleader, my confidant, my safe place. The voice that would reassure me that everything would be okay. Listening for the right voices; mutes out the negative, reminds us that we're never alone and we're stronger than we know. Listening is everything!