In February 2025, at 44, I was diagnosed with stage 4 thyroid cancer. Even as an RN, I was scared. Would I be around for my kids?
While I was home from work for six months, I taught myself macramé, and later mosaic, just to keep my mind busy. Slowly the fear made room for something else: memories of my children, family and friends, and real hope. Creating became the thing that carried me through the mental weight of that diagnosis.
So when I say every piece is made with 100% love, I mean it. Who would've thought macramé would become my medicine?
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