Breast Cancer Sisterhood

Every October, I am reminded that I'm part of an unintentional, but beautiful sisterhood — those brave souls whose lives have been touched by breast cancer. We are a sacred circle.

I know that I am one of the lucky ones. Whenever I tell my story, I feel as though my experience pales in comparison to what others have endured. Each of our stories is unique and personal, but there is a common bond of humanity that knits us together. And it is in that unity that we find strength and solidarity.

My story began 20 years ago, when I was at the apex of professional success and too busy for the interruption that my diagnosis caused. My demanding career consumed me. I wasn’t paying enough attention to my health as I shuttled back and forth to New York, filling my schedule with trips, trade shows, and the daily pressures of overseeing a growing business. I had put off my mammogram for several years, never expecting it would reveal anything serious. But it did.

Then came the parade of procedures — ultrasound, biopsies, a lumpectomy, and eventually a bilateral mastectomy. We caught it early, but that didn’t make it easy. The endless appointments, the waiting, the fear, the loss of control — it was overwhelming. What followed was a long, slow recovery that stripped life down to its simplest form.
Those months changed me. I learned what it means to rely on others, to ask for help, and to receive it with gratitude. I learned that strength isn’t about pushing through — it’s about surrendering to what is, and finding grace there. I began to notice the small, grounding details of life again — the light shifting through trees, the sound of birds outside my window. In the stillness, I began to heal, inside and out.

But like many lessons, some need to be learned more than once. Before long, the pace of life picked up again, and I found myself running faster than ever — until everything came to a halt when my company closed. What felt like devastation eventually became a turning point — the beginning of my reinvention, both personally and creatively.

Looking back now, I can see that those experiences reshaped not just my life, but my heart. They taught me compassion — a deeper understanding of what it feels like to be vulnerable, and how much simple acts of care can mean when you’re at your lowest.
Not everyone has the same support I did. For many women, life is already a struggle, and the weight of a breast cancer diagnosis makes daily tasks — meals, transportation, even keeping the house clean — feel impossible.

That’s why this October, I chose to partner with Pink Ribbon Good, an organization that provides exactly that kind of support — free meals, rides to treatment, cleaning supplies, and peer connection for women going through breast and gynecological cancer.

This month, we’re offering 20% off sitewide and donating 10% of all proceeds to Pink Ribbon Good. It’s our way of giving back to the circle of women who continue to inspire me — those still in the midst of their own journey, finding strength in community and care.
Please join me in sending love and support to each and every person struggling, so they know we are all in it together.