The next few moments, the world stopped. Why me? What was next? How is this happening?
The next two years were a whirlwind of examinations, surgeries, appointments, and side effects. But sprinkled throughout this entire experience was love, hope and strength.
I started dating Nate Dolce (my now husband) only five days before my diagnosis.
My sister threw a "Tata Party" a week before my mastectomy.
Nate and I shaved our heads together.
My mom and I sang and cried to "Crazy" after watching The Devil Wears Prada during a chemo weekend.
I rocked a bald head and bright lipstick after going through chemo, to my first work meeting with a hair-care client!
My best friends in the world sent me packages, came to surgeries, and kept my mind off cancer.
I fell in love with my best friend.
There was so much to fight for. Yet, going through it, a happy and healthy future seemed so far away.
Now, looking back on this time, I don't celebrate the day of my diagnosis. I reflect on it. I look at myself in the mirror and see a smarter woman, a stronger woman, and a more beautiful woman on the inside and out. Despite the surgeries, the loss of my breasts, and my 6-year old hair, I love who I am because I fought to become her.
Even six years after my "D-Day," I continue to be a woman who is forever Fighting Pretty.
And I ask that you fight, stay strong, and maybe even put on some lipstick to join the fight with me.
On this day and always, I send love to all who are starting their fight, currently in battle or have finished. You are all amazing women and I'm honored that you have allowed me and Fighting Pretty to be a part of your journey to health and happiness.
