April 3, 2020

Eleven years. Eleven years since that moment in my gynecologist’s office—long story—when I was told that my life, as I knew it, was over.

How do I recount my cancer experience? There are too many stories to tell. Just take a few moments to glance over this blog and you will see why I cannot summarize all that has happened to me since April 3, 2009, in a few short words.

All I know is, I’m with a man who still thinks I’m sexy (in spite of having only one boob, a big ass, and surgery scars all over my body), countless friends, a great church family, a beautiful house to live in, a mostly fulfilled bucket list, and more blessings than I can count.