1 year ago my journey started. 1 year later I’m still on the journey, fighting. The girl in these pictures had no idea what this year was going to hold for her. She didn’t know about all the sleepless nights and tears silently shed while rocking her newborn daughter at 3am. The girl in these pictures was scared, anxious, confused but she was faithful. I am no longer the girl in those pictures. I am a mother, a cancer fighter, soon to be survivor, I am stronger, braver and even more faithful. I still mourn the carefree girl I was over a year ago. I mourn the motherhood I thought I would have but I am also so so proud of myself and how far I have come and how strong I have proven to be. Let’s just say it, I’m proud of my bad ass self. I hope to look back a year from now and be free of the medications, the exhaustion and symptoms of chemo and be officially cancer free. With this post I am not fearful of what the next year holds but excited to see the growth it will reveal. 

I couldn’t have gotten through this year without the help of my family and friends. You all are so amazing and have showed me and my family so much love and support. I love each and every one of you.