" I've been a storyteller since I was six years old when my mother had her first series of electroshock therapy treatments. I made up stories to keep my sisters quiet while mom slept." Dear Deb" I didn't know how it felt to have cancer, but I knew about fear." Dear Deb" Two people have tried to kill me. The first person was my mother." Dear Deb" I used to believe there were big miracles and little miracles. But, I'm not so sure God measures miracles." Dear Deb" I was raised to believe forgiveness was a gift I was supposed to give the person who hurt me, but that felt like giving a bully an ice cream cone after he pushed me down on the playground." Dear Deb" Miracles are one of God's ways of getting our attention. I know he got mine. It's a miracle I'm here." Dear Deb "