Our Blog

Waiting is hard.

I do best when it’s showtime.

From my early elementary school years through some of my college years, I took dance.

Each year culminated in a studio wide recital. We had studio rehearsals, dress rehearsals, and technical rehearsals. Although the preparation was necessary, the anticipation was challenging and nerve wracking.

Yeah, waiting feels hard.

Choosing a fertility doctor to help you on your path to parenthood isn’t easy. It’s one of the most important decisions you can make. You want someone who is practicing at the top of their field so that you may have access to all the latest research and techniques, but there is more to the doctor/patient relationship than that. You need a doctor who will treat you as a valued part of the team, help you choose the right treatment plan, hear your concerns and offer expert, compassionate care at every stage.

Many of my clients come to me following a life shifting event that has left them in a
painful and weakened state. Using my personal experience with cancer and the stories
gathered over my years as a Life Coach and Cancer Mentor, I decided to write about
the commonalities and patterns to serve as a resource for those moving through
hardship. 

Chances are you have felt lost, uncertain, and extremely pained at some point in your life. Your feelings stemming from events that may have felt out of your control. A sense of powerlessness paired with unanswered questions creeping in as you work to cope with your life altered. The overwhelming sensation of “I don’t want this” and “why me?” consuming your mind and flowing throughout your body. Every part of you wishes for it to stop, go away, be different.

Three weeks down. Three more to go. The chemotherapy and radiation treatments had begun to take their toll. Life slowly drained from my once strong and vibrant body.

I think back on those dark days when I was going through radiation and chemotherapy, when life didn’t feel familiar and lacked the sweetness I preferred. All I wanted in that moment was to be my old self again. With great impatience, I couldn’t find it in me to honor the stillness, the dormancy, the break down, the shift.