Last fall, and the date will forever be burned in my brain, October 30 at 5:05 pm I was told I had colon cancer.
I’m only 36, 35 at diagnosis.
What I can only describe as being sucked into a very fast moving tornado has changed my life forever. I was scared, I was confused and I was terrified that I had passed down a genetic disorder to my kids. In the span of a 1.5 months I had two colonoscopies, a CT scan, biopsies and I even had the inside of my colon tattooed for removal.
December 18th I had a portion of my colon removed so that I would have every chance of surviving.
I had been singing Three Little Birds to my twins since they were babies, but throughout my journey I was hearing the song everywhere. In the grocery store, the radio, and we continued to sing it every night before bed.
And in the end, every little thing WAS going to be alright. I had already put a big focus on my health for the last 5 years, losing 135 lbs and helping other women do the same. So this tattoo reminds me that I’m a survivor, I’m capable of really hard things, and that in the end, I’m going to be ok.