I was diagnosed with ovarian cancer and the doctor told my husband that I had only a number of months to live. After surgery I underwent extensive treatment in San Diego and Mexico, both medical and alternative medicine, living in San Diego full time. This daily treatment was exhausting and heavy. I was ill all the time and weak, as a result of both the cancer and the treatment.
It was extremely rough, but in the end I did make it through. I received incredible support from my Church and all my family and friends except for one person—Mike Rinder. Let me explain: One day I traveled back home to visit my friends and to attend a friend’s birthday party. I did not usually visit, because the travel was too much for me physically. But this meant a lot to me, because quite frankly, at that point, I did not know for sure if I would make it through and I wanted to see my friends before it was too late.
He started interrogating me and I mean interrogating, not just nicely asking questions, showing interest about my treatment.
I ate dinner with a number of friends and Mike Rinder was also at the table. He started interrogating me and I mean interrogating, not just nicely asking questions, showing interest about my treatment. I tried to explain what I was going through and the treatment I was getting. He then said very derisively “But what do you do all day?” as if I was taking a vacation. I was totally shocked, but also terribly hurt. Here I was fighting for my life and he treated me like I was on vacation, not even sensitive about what I was going through. I couldn’t even answer him and at that point my husband stepped in and handled the remark. Mike Rinder didn’t give a damn about the feelings of a sick person fighting for their life.