02/16/2026
This isn’t an easy post to write, but it feels like it’s time to share.
Last October, I was diagnosed with stage 1 breast cancer.
Even typing those words still feels surreal. Life very quickly becomes divided into before and after the call. Since then, there have been a lot of chemo appointments, a lot of unknowns, and a lot of moments I never thought I’d have to walk through.
I’ve sat in chemo chairs for hours. I’ve learned more about my body than I ever expected to. I’ve watched my hair fall out—which felt like such a small thing until it wasn’t. Until it was part of how I recognized myself.
I turned forty last week. Not exactly how I pictured stepping into a new decade—but in a lot of ways, I’ve never felt more sure of who I am.
I’m almost halfway through chemo, and about a third of the way through the overall treatment process. And I’m doing really well, all things considered. My mindset is positive. My body is responding as well as it possibly can. I’m taking it one step, one appointment, one day at a time.
I also found out I carry the BRCA1 gene. There’s a lot to process with that, but more than anything, it’s given me clarity and direction for what comes next.
I’m sharing this now not for sympathy, but in hopes that it encourages someone else to trust their body. Schedule the mammogram. Check yourself regularly. Don’t put it off. Early detection matters more than you think.
This experience has stripped away a lot—but it has also shown me how strong I really am. How community means the world. And how we’ve built that community everywhere we’ve gone.
I’m still here.
Still a mom. Still creating. Still dreaming. Still becoming.
One step at a time. 🤍 Come on this journey with me, you’re all invited.
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