Two years ago, during a quiet moment in the shower before a long-awaited ballroom day in Blackpool, I felt a lump that made my heart stop. My mind raced, fear gripping me as I faced the reality that something was wrong—yet the very next day, I was supposed to board a plane for my honeymoon, trying to mask the terror with a smile. 💔✈️

Throughout that trip, every picture, every laugh, every sunset felt shadowed by uncertainty. Inside, I was anxious—googling symptoms, checking myself constantly, wondering if this might be my last adventure. Cancer has a way of freezing time, making ordinary moments feel like fragile milestones. 🎗️🗓️

Fast forward to last night, I stood back on the Strictly stage—stronger, healthier, and overflowing with gratitude. 💃✨ The journey wasn’t easy: treatments, setbacks, sleepless nights, and moments of doubt tested me, but each step taught me resilience, patience, and the power of self-compassion. 🌈🙏

💖 Listen to your body, trust your instincts. You know yourself better than anyone. Don’t hesitate to seek help, demand answers, and advocate for your health. Your gut is often the first, wisest guide. 💜

Today, I live with courage, joy, and deep appreciation for every heartbeat, every dance, and every precious moment life gives. 🌸💃✨