I was diagnosed with breast cancer in November of 2017. I was 30 years old and had just celebrated my 1-year wedding anniversary with my husband. We had plans for 2018 – cancer swooped in and said, “I don’t think so.” I remember where I was sitting and how the news was delivered. I was drinking a margarita. You’d better believe I finished the drink and THEN threw the glass. Fast forward to 2021. Chemo is over. So is radiation and all the surgeries. Time seemed to stand still but it also flew by and I can’t believe I am in the place I am today. I cannot say enough about my medical team of doctors and my support system. I applied to be a part of this amazing group of thrivers because, during my treatments, I had no desire to talk to anyone about my diagnosis or experiences. No need to hash it all out – I was in the middle of living it. I got through that part of my journey because I knew it needed to be done. But after the fact, I realized I needed women who not only understood what I had been through but also understand what is ahead of me. A sisterhood of women who just get it, who are all learning together what it means to thrive.