We spent Halloween weekend at the beach this year. Halloween always conjures up, no pun intended, specific memories in my mind because I was diagnosed with breast cancer around this time in 2020. Also an election year. Heaven help us. This year, the feelings felt extra fresh. As I sat on the sand watching the sun go down, yes, it was idyllic, I couldn't shake the feeling of how drastically different my life was just a few short years ago. Scared and sad were the first words that come to mind. The emotions settled quite heavily as I drifted from thinking about my own experience to thoughts of a dear friend newly embarking on this journey. A journey no one signs up for. At the time of my diagnosis, it was almost impossible to see an end in sight. The idea of 18 + weeks of treatment, procedures, and more treatment if needed, terrified me. I wanted so badly to be done before I even got started. As a kid, my mom would read stories to me out of, what I remember to be fantast...
Written by a Georgia peach. Not literally, but if you don't get that analogy, this may not be the place for you. Kidding. So glad you are here! Specifically excited to encourage and champion young women fighting breast cancer as I share my experience as breast cancer survivor diagnoses at the age of 32.