It was 2006 and I started the year with high expectations and a strong readiness to achieve. However, my greatest fear came to visit me instead. On February 28, I found a lump in my breast. For the most part I concluded it was only a cyst but after all the medical examinations and tests it was shockingly confirmed on Thursday (the day before Good Friday) that I actually had invasive stage 3 HER2 positive breast cancer. The air escaped me and everything was a complete blur in that moment. I remember having to lean up against a wall to avoid falling – I was devastated.. To make a long story short, my year ended up being NOTHING I ever expected, but somehow still an opportunity to strongly achieve. I was 32 at the time with no other health issues, making me a good candidate for the more aggressive breast cancer treatment available. Over a span of 18 months I had 3 surgeries, 2 types of chemotherapy, Herceptin treatment (i.e. targeted ‘biological’ therapy) and radiation. One of the surgeries however was due to a fall I had down my stairs landing on my left ankle, after a routine nurse visit. That accident caused two fractures in my leg and a severely broken ankle, which needed two pins to put back together again. Because I was a cancer patient undergoing chemotherapy, I had to keep my cast on for 3 months, instead of 6 weeks like the average person. After all my medical treatments and physiotherapy I was ready to return to work and I was ready to do something about my health again.