Today marks the 30-Day anniversary of my diagnosis. In 30 days, I have gone from finding out I have breast cancer, to having a double mastectomy, to recovering at home. What a whirlwind. The timing (as always) has been perfect. Just before my surgery, I got to walk with loved ones in the Susan G. Komen Walk for the Cure. Along the way, I was inspired by the many women who have gone before me. Several of them shared their stories and advice. Some just walked with their arm around me. It was perfect. I hope to be that inspiration now to women who follow.
The great news is there is no cancer in my lymph nodes. YEA! So it looks like my main worries are when I get these drains out and when I can get back to regular activity. Yes, I understand that regular activity looks a little different for me, but I’m curious. And anxious. And grateful. And content. Life has just handed me a the most precious gift. The gift of seeing the fragility of life. The gift of knowing I am loved beyond measure. The gift of knowing that I don’t have to worry about breast cancer any more. The gift of being here, now, in this big healing bed (which is now my office) looking ahead to a bright future.
My dear friend Maria Johnson came yesterday to help me get materials together for our new round of 
teacher training which begins next week. She will be by my side as I step back in to life and yoga and helping people make a difference.
This is another of the gifts of this experience…I now know how to say “I Need You.