May 8, 2003, will always be the day my existence split into ‘before’ and ‘after.’ My knees buckled when I heard: “You have cancer.” Flashes of my life moved beyond anything I wanted to comprehend. I had limited time. All the plans vanished with a silent pop. The humming in my ears grew deafening. When ...

"Then, February comes and the motivation starts to wear off, and by March, it’s gone completely. Self-doubt creeps in and you criticize and question why you even started."