I grew up with a very simple life. It was just my father and me for quite a while. We spent Sunday nights watching TV shows such as Married with Children and eating TV dinners. I went to Glendale High School and met my husband late in my sophomore year at youth group.
Thirteen years into our marriage, my husband’s boss asked us, “What about [a move] to Wisconsin?” I said, “No, it’s cold and it’s far away.” I had no idea what was in store for us there, though. It was absolutely magical. When you’re able to step outside of your bubble, you see everything with fresh eyes. We became
After living in Wisconsin for a year and a half, my husband and I went on a trip to Maui. Two days into that trip, I had a dream I was dying. It was such a scary dream that I woke up and I grabbed my chest, and I found a lump. I knew immediately what that was. I sat there and silently cried for about 45 minutes. At some point, my husband rolled over and could see that I was crying. I grabbed his hand, and I laid it on my breast.
It did come to be breast cancer. I remember being angry and crying. I was away from my family in Springfield with my three young kids. How was I supposed to fight breast cancer when my husband travels for work? A double mastectomy and going through reconstruction was the extent of my journey with it.
Every experience that you have in life, it shapes and it builds who you are. When we got the notice that we needed to move back to Springfield, I was really sad to leave Wisconsin. Wisconsin changed us. I learned from it, I grew from it, and my passions changed.