2-year Cancerversary

The phone call from my gynecologist's office still rings in my head today, two years after. Lindsay told me “this is not the call I wanted to make, you have cancer. I have set you up with the best oncologist, she can meet with you Monday after hours, can you be there?”

I felt the air leave my lungs like I had gotten punched by The Rock. I had a feeling this was the call I was getting, but until those words left someone’s lips, I still had hope. Now, with this call, my hope was squashed and I needed to figure out what the fuck to do next.

Next was calling the 75 people who were directly impacted by this diagnosis. Having to relive the trauma through every call was too much and a Facebook group came out of that for your one-stop updates, “Pink Pirates of the Curebbean.” But with every update and every conversation, it still felt like I was letting people down.

With two years under my belt, I’ve learned a lot. This day holds so many emotions and PTSD, I have learned to plan a trip or an event to occupy my mind. This year is our first year in Anna Maria Island, FL (how fitting), and I couldn't be happier here with great friends and family.

Michael’s first flight and our first trip as a family have been peaceful, surreal, and a giant FUCK YOU to cancer. Because I am still here and happy (most days.)

Thank you for coming on this journey with me, I am sure it will be nothing short of shocking, amazing, and tearful.