Thanksgiving Day, 2015. I had emergency surgery—a hemicolectomy and full hysterectomy—after nearly bleeding to death from undiagnosed late-stage colorectal cancer. I was 42, with two teenagers, a five-year-old, and a three-year-old. Cancer was the last thing on my mind. In a single moment, our entire world shifted.

It took three years to recover physically. Another three to begin healing mentally. And the last three have been about putting the pieces back together and finding meaning in it all.

Now, nearly ten years later, I’m still here. Stronger than ever.

Physically, as a sailor and Yachtmaster. Mentally, as a soon-to-be MSc graduate in Integrative Therapy. And wholly, as a woman who takes up space and time to move through life on her own terms.

I’m one of the lucky ones. I know that. And I’m here to support others navigating deep change—whether it’s chosen or arrives uninvited.

With family and community, we can do hard things. Together, we grow stronger.