"YOU DON'T HAVE CANCER." Those words still ring in my ears. That is what my physician told me. They were meant as words of encouragement in reference to my hysteria being so sick and having no real answers. It was true, I did not have cancer. I don't think my doctors at the time realized the scope of my illness. I had been handed a life sentence to something that few around me knew much about or could comprehend how devastating it would be to me. I was sentenced to a life in which I would become a virtual prisoner of my home, venturing out for trips to my doctors, my attorney, the Whole Foods grocery store, and my occasional car trips. A life in which my body could not fight bacteria in the air and the faint scent of any chemical would send my body into an anaphylactic reaction. I became "the girl in the bubble."