Never stop believing in your body’s ability to heal itself has been my mantra since January 22nd, 2015.
Read MoreThat day changed everything for me. There was Tracy B.C. (Before Cancer) and the Tracy after. Ironically, I loved that B.C. woman. She had been on a journey to heal her inner demons, insecurities, and pain—some of which stemmed from childhood struggles that many of us wrestle with. By the time I hit my 30s, I had come to terms with some deep truths I didn’t like about myself, the people I had hurt, and the challenge of forgiving myself. I believed I had climbed the mountain of regret, dropped the backpack of shame, and finally found my stride. Then I was knocked down—or rather thrown down the mountain—into an uncertainty I fought hard to escape, to no avail.
