It looks like I have been assigned another mountain to climb. Cancer is back BUT different and easier this time around. It has been almost 4 years since I was given a death sentence after a stage IV incurable metastatic lung cancer diagnosis.

I learned a hard truth when I was diagnosed with “incurable” stage four cancer. The people around you will shape your journey in one of two ways: they will either support you and bolster your positive mindset or increase your stress and hinder your ability to heal.

It would have been easy to blame cancer for my misery, but if I’m honest, I was miserable before I was diagnosed with cancer.

Doctors told me I had only six months to live, but I refused to give in. I changed my lifestyle and fought the disease with everything I had.

I am here, and I am more alive than I have ever been. In large part, I credit the fact that I researched my disease. The knowledge I gained meant that I didn’t have any room left in my head for negative emotions.

I would like to do my part to keep spreading that hope, inspiration, and belief that this coronavirus pandemic, like the cancer that was in my body, will pass.

Despite what my doctors told me, I felt it in my bones that the cancer invading my body would be a short-term problem. I felt so determined to live, I didn't even cry when I heard the diagnosis.