Empowering Women to Live with Purpose: My Mission to Inspire Faith, Hope, and Transformation

Finding Purpose Through Faith and Healing

God truly does work in mysterious ways. The year 2021 was one of the darkest years of my life, starting off with a series of heartbreaks I could never have anticipated.

I had two close friends, Shannon and Crystal. We worked together at a hospital, and for nearly a year, they nagged me (sorry Crystal) to get a mammogram. I kept putting it off, stubborn as I am. But they wouldn’t let it go, especially knowing my family history of breast cancer.

On Monday, April 26th, they made me promise I’d ask for a referral at my doctor’s appointment that week.

I planned on “forgetting” that promise.

Then, in the early hours of April 27th, Shannon passed away unexpectedly. Crystal and I found out during our shift that day. She was only 40. I was 53. The shock was overwhelming, and it didn’t seem real. The next day, Crystal gently reminded me, “You can’t break a promise to a dead woman, especially such a good friend.”

She was right. I asked for the mammogram referral.

By early May, I was at the office for the mammogram. A few days later, they called and said they needed to do an ultrasound. Probably nothing, just dense tissue. But then I needed a biopsy. Probably just a cyst.

On May 28th, I got the call. It wasn’t dense tissue or a cyst. I had breast cancer.

What followed was a whirlwind: blood tests, MRIs, genetic screenings, chemotherapy, surgery consultations—one appointment after another. I began chemotherapy on July 1st. Weeks later, I was bald, but by God’s grace, I was spared the worst of the sickness many face. By October, I had finished my chemo, but then came the hardest decision—what kind of surgery to get. After much thought and many conversations with my surgeon, I chose a bilateral mastectomy.

On November 16th, I had the surgery, a grueling eight-hour operation. My surgeons were incredible, nothing short of artists, and the procedure went better than I could have imagined. Today, I’m in remission. While no one says “cancer-free” until you’re five years out, I’m grateful every day for the gift of recovery.

But this story isn’t about cancer—it’s about purpose.

As I healed, physically and emotionally, I began to reflect on how God had guided me through this journey. Shannon’s passing felt like a sign—one life tragically ended, while mine was spared. For what purpose? Slowly, I began to realize that my journey wasn’t just about survival, it was about serving a higher calling.

That’s when the idea for Pink Moon Journals was born.

I’ve always loved creating planners, and in fact, I had made ones for Shannon and Crystal as Christmas gifts in 2020. Now, it felt clear: I could use my love of design and organization to help other women navigate their own dark times. God saved me for a reason, and I wanted to pay it forward by offering something that could uplift others.

My planners are designed for women who are struggling—with faith, with self-worth, with anxiety or doubt. They are for women facing their own challenges, just as I faced mine. Whether it’s cancer, the loss of a loved one, a broken marriage, or any of life’s countless trials, we all need reminders of hope and faith to guide us through.

Pink Moon Journals became my way to reach out, to help women find light in their darkest moments, just as God helped me find mine.

Through all the heartache of 2021, I kept thinking of Job—how even through the deepest trials, he emerged stronger, and better.

I came out better, too—with a new perspective, and a mission: to create something meaningful for women just like me, who are searching for hope, healing, and faith.