“You have been assigned this mountain to show that it can be moved.” (Author Unknown)

I was diagnosed with cancer 24 years ago.  At 31 years young, with 2 kids ages 3 and 6, I was convinced that my days were numbered. After all, what else are you supposed to think when you hear the words “you have cancer”?

Preoccupation with death and feelings of doom and depression prevailed in those early days of dealing with the devastating blow of this diagnosis.  And then the onslaught of doctor appointments, blood tests and imaging ensued, followed by an aggressive treatment plan of chemotherapy and radiation. Hair loss, weight loss, depleted energy, body aches, nausea, vomiting, anxiety, and insomnia dominated my life for months.

And yet, somewhere along this journey of unchartered territory, the darkness began to lift. The question of “Why me?” shifted to “Why not me?” As suddenly as I thought my life was over, I realized it was just beginning.

Cancer was my mountain, and I moved it. I ultimately accepted this assignment with genuine responsibility and grace and came out the other side stronger than ever. 

Can you move YOUR mountain? Or better yet, do you believe you can move it? I believe you can!  Let me show you how!