My son was only 3 when my husband was diagnosed with cancer

My son was only 3 when my husband was diagnosed with cancer. It was an unbelievable nightmare. His optimal treatment would require chemo and radiation, and our insurance wouldn't cover it. We didn't have the money, but I had an idea. <br><br>One of my friends had been collecting cans for some time and had earned a bit of money from recycling them. So I decided to do the same. After getting the kids to bed, I'd go out and look for cans in recycling bins all over town. It wasn't much, but it was worth a try.<br><br>I shared what I was doing on social media to see if anyone wanted to help. Many offered to give me their cans, which was super generous. But I didn't ask for handouts, I just wanted the cans. It taught me that even in the darkest times, there are still rays of hope.<br><br>A few weeks later, I went to the recycling centre with a trailer full of cans. It was a lot, but not enough. We still needed more. A local recycling centre had a special bin that would give us double the money per can, so we went there. But it was full, and we had to throw the cans away. <br><br>That's when the miracle happened. A stranger approached me, learned about our situation, and handed me $1,000. Then another person gave me $250, and a third person gave my son $100. We were blown away by the kindness of these strangers.<br><br>The message I want to share is that even in our darkest moments, there are still good people out there who care. My husband is doing well now, and these memories remind me to never complain about my life.