I woke up Monday morning and rolled over in bed. Light was just starting to come through the window, which meant I had slept later that I realized. As I flopped my arm out of the now too hot covers, I noticed I was wearing a pink bracelet with my name on it. I was so tired the night before I must have missed one.
I knew when I got my diagnosis that it would forever change my life but I had not idea what was ahead of me. So much I didn’t know. But as with most things in my life, I jumped in with both feet. I was determined to just get through it, to put it behind me, and then to hopefully, forget it. I’m only two months into my chemo treatments with another three to go and already I can tell that I’m not going to want to forget this experience.
Sunday was the the Zumbathon. That’s why I was still wearing the little pink bracelet. I’ve organized and participated in many Zumbathons in the past. For Susan G. Komen, for The American Heart Association for ALS (Lou Gehrig’s Disease) and countless others. In all I think I’ve instructed in 8-10 of them. They’re always great fun, high energy and bring awareness and funds for good causes. Never in my wildest dreams could I have ever imagined that I would attend one in my own honor. It was a fabulous event! My fellow instructors thought of every detail, and the play list was the the bomb.
I want to sincerely thank everyone who planned, participated, supported and donated to the event. Including selling tickets, t-shirts, jewelry, raffle tickets and more. I know a tone of work was done behind the scenes. And everyone involved is a mom, a wife, a student or works… everyone is busy so thank you for taking time out of your busy schedules for me. I was truly touched. So much so that I couldn’t even speak to properly thank every one while we were actually there. Kind of funny really. I’m rarely at a loss for words! If you know me at all you know that’s true, right?
So now, as I’m looking forward to the rest of this incredible journey with my battle with breast cancer, it doesn’t seem as scary as it used to. Someday I want to be the one that encourages others who are beginning their journey. I want to find my words to tell my story of inspiration and hope (I know… cheezy) as a survivor at the next Zumbathon for breast cancer event.
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