In November 2011, less than 2 months shy of my 34th birthday, I was diagnosed with boob cancer.
It sucked, obviously.
I was a year and a half into being a full-time coach, and it was thankfully going well. Luke had his eye on becoming a freelancer, and we were trying to have a baby. Y’know, normal things for a young family in their early-to-mid-30s.
Thankfully my Stage 2 diagnosis turned into a Stage 1,