It isn’t easy for me to talk about having had cancer. I was diagnosed in 2020 during the pandemic, when the world was already filled with uncertainty and fear and hospitals weren’t allowing visitors. I had to face appointments, surgery, chemotherapy, and radiation alone.

At home, we were isolated as well. In Los Angeles, COVID numbers were always high so we allowed only one other person to come help with the kids on Zoom school and with meals. Friends and family could visit but from a safe distance. Sometimes they would drop off gifts or food and we’d chat from my patio. I remember missing hugs a lot during treatment.

Now five years later, I think about what carried me through those dark days. I believe it was my faith and always remaining grateful. I was determined to see my kids through. Even now, in survivorship they are what keep me pushing forward.