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cancer did not win

Two years ago today, I received a call no one ever wants to answer. I heard the results of my breast biopsy. Stage 0 breast cancer. Surgery and radiation therapy needed. Thankfully, I had begun to listen to my fitness coach, Kristine, and had begun to change my eating habits and was working out pretty consistently at the Y and doing crazy things like push ups and squats for fun. It wasn't Shakeology and Tony Horton, yet; that would come later, but I had made a decision to make small, consistent changes and was seeing some positive results. The fast ball that came straight over the plate. Cancer. Strike one. I dug in deeper with my workouts. I relied on sweat, more than tears, to clear out the fog trying to permanently set in. When I was at the Y, I was in a safe place. A place in which people did not know me as a cancer patient, but just as Janet, the regular workout girl. Then, the curve ball that caught me off guard. Radiation Therapy. Strike two. You see, however, by now, my wo