12/01/2025
Two years…
Two years ago today, a phone call at the kitchen table changed everything. I was sitting across from Cal, and in that moment the world seemed to come to a screeching halt, blurred, dizzied and punched in the gut. No one prepares you for a diagnosis. No one prepares you for the fear that settles into your bones or the emotional and physical weight that follows.
Since then, I lost my voice and fought for it again. I carry scars on my body and others within my heart, all reminders of how deeply I have fought.
Through all of it, life opened in new ways. Each day became something fragile and beautiful. My priorities shifted. Gratitude grew in the smallest moments. Teaching and helping my students become the artists they dream of being has filled my life with purpose and a sense of healing.
I still live with fear. The thought of recurrence is always there. But I choose, every day, to care for myself, to stay grounded, and to become someone stronger and more gentle with the world and with myself.
To the people who held me through these two years, who loved me when I could not take one more step, who stayed, who showed up, who reminded me I was still here and still worthy of hope, thank you. I carry your love with me every single day.
Here’s to singing again, to buying a home, to starting a new job, to survival, to resilience, and to awareness. And here is to everyone walking this path with courage, with tenderness, and with hope. I see you, I hear you, and I love you.
You’ve got two choices in life…you either give up, or you don’t.
Never. Ever. Give up. ❤️🎗️