 In 2012, I was diagnosed with a rare breast disorder that mimicked breast cancer. It's so rare that in case reports only 100 cases worldwide were reported. My name is Myra Molina. I was born and raised in the Tri-Cities. I have an amazing husband and two wonderful children. Life is great, but it wasn't always life-this. With this illness, when I got it, the doctors didn't know what I had, how I got it, or how I cure it. The only option I had at that point was surgeries and biopsies. Every time I'd get a surgery, it was left open to heal from the inside out. I was in so much pain. I didn't know what it was. I didn't know how to deal with it. I couldn't do anything. I couldn't hug my kids. I couldn't hug my husband. I couldn't go out to public places because I was scared that I was going to get bumped into and that I was going to hurt. A three-year-old doesn't know that mommy is hurt. A three-year-old doesn't know that mommy can't hug you. My husband couldn't hug me. I couldn't hold him. I remember this one point. My son, three at the time, came running to me. He was excited to see me and he hugged me, but I kind of pushed him away. In a sense, not because I didn't want to hug him, but because he came in with that open wound. It really, really hurt. I didn't want to live like this anymore. The doctors didn't know how to cure it. They didn't even know what it was. I was at a point where I had given up on life. I didn't know what lied ahead of me and I was always in so much pain that I wanted the doctors to tell me that I had cancer, that it was deadly. At desperation, I went over to the doctor and I told her that I couldn't have any more surgeries that I was done. And she said that the only option I had was getting a mastectomy done. You know, I declined that. I was too young. I was really young to have a mastectomy done. So the only option I had at that point was to continue taking pain medication, steroids, and vitamins. The pain was always there. It was still a constant pain. In 2013, they said that I was in remission. It was fine. But again, the pain was still there. I, you know, I learned to live with the pain. And again, in 2014, it reappeared. And at that point, I realized that from my past experience that doctors didn't know what I had. They didn't know what kind of medication I really should be taking. So I gave it up to God. I attended Hungry Generations prayer line in November of 2014. And amazingly enough, mid-December, I realized that the wound was closed. I was healed and there was no more pain. So from that point on, I could hug my husband. I can hug my kids. I can go to the park. I can run. I resumed my education, something that I had to stop because of this illness that had taken over my life. So something that took two years to just cope with took three months to completely heal. I'm a little improved that God heals incurable diseases. I'm a mother to my children and a wife to my husband. God has restored my health.