06/02/2025
Just when I thought life had finally settled into something steady—something I had worked so hard to build—it cracked wide open.
At 45, I was in the best place I’d ever been.
Not perfect—but grounded.
My home was beautiful, filled with laughter and music and my two amazing kids.
Work was good. I had a rhythm. I had peace.
I had cleared out the chaos and built a life that finally felt like mine.
And then came the diagnosis.
Breast cancer. Out of nowhere.
One second, I was making plans.
The next, I was trying to stay upright while the ground disappeared beneath me.
People talk about crying in the shower.
I can’t even cry.
I’m moving through this in survival mode—making decisions, going to appointments, showing up for my kids—without the capacity to fall apart.
I don’t have a neat little lesson tied up in a bow.
But I do know this: I built a beautiful life once.
And I’m holding onto the belief that I can build it again—on the other side of this.
Maybe one day, it’ll all make sense.
Until then, I will keep going. For me. For my kids. For the life I fought so hard to create.
I’ll be having a lumpectomy on June 10th, and I’ll need radiation.
My Doctors are telling me that chemo is a strong possibility too, but I haven’t fully wrapped my head around that part yet. We won’t know for sure until the tumor is sent off for testing.
Once those treatments are done, they’ll do reconstructive surgery. This is an overwhelmingly long road.
Many of you have been asking how you can help:
My best friend Kim set up a GoFundMe to give me a little more space to breathe through this without financial strain. Time off work, medical bills, recovery support, just… life.
If you’re able to give—thank you.
If not, sharing or simply holding me in your thoughts means the world. I couldn’t be more grateful for my village and the people who keep showing up for me.♥️
