I continued to dance through-out high school but in my late-teens/early 20s, I began working, I met & fell in love with Chad, & was going to school full-time. A few years later, we lost my brother & dance became something only in my past. However, fate had a different idea.
A little over a year before I was diagnosed, I was lucky enough to re-discover my love of dance by coaching a high school dance team. I, very happily, found myself back in the world which I had grown up: sore muscles, tired feet, & exhausted, yet unwavering enthusiasm…but that would all change in April 2010.
Very soon after diagnosis I made a promise to myself that I would spend the rest of my life, however long that may be, doing anything & everything to educate others about the seriousness of Rectal Cancer. Realizing how naïve I was to the disease prior to a face-to-face introduction, I recognized the best way to do this was to share my story with you, no matter how private or extreme my battle & the details may become.
Along with dance, writing has always been an emotional outlet for me - so when I was no longer (physically) able to find solace in pirouettes or grand jetés, I found myself choreographing something else: words.
Shortly after, I began looking into starting an online blog so I could share my thoughts with others, never really expecting it to go further than the people around me. “Goodbye Dancer, Hello Cancer” soon became my very public journal & has been my center stage ever since.
When I was younger, dance was a way to express myself - to say in motion what I couldn't say in voice. Now my words are my dance; they are tiny steps throughout different combinations of my life.
Beating cancer was, by far, the very best dance of my life. It made me feel beautiful. It made me feel graceful. It made me feel ALIVE...and as far as I'm concerned, there will never be a final curtain call because that is something to celebrate everyday.