To anyone who has ever met cancer... who has called it by a name and looked into its eyes every day. To anyone who's hope has been stolen and to those who continue to fight for ownership of their body again... here is a BEAUTIFUL dance. It's amazing how the graceful movement of a body can bring back a flood of memories. As I watched her jump on to his back, I immediately felt the weight of the world on my shoulders again, I smelled the Pine-sol from cleaning their kitchen and felt the hundreds of pills that I sorted each week in my hands. I heard the muted voices and ruffling of magazine pages as we sat in countless doctors' offices. I remembered sweeping piles of fallen hair from the floor and listening to vows of beating this one day. Oddly, I think that occasionally we have to go back so that we're able to move forward, and I'm grateful that this dance was able to take me on that journey.