There’s something about an early morning Saturday run. The streets are calm, the weather is cool, and my mind is clear of so many distractions. I don’t consider myself a runner, but I need those Saturday morning long runs to quiet my mind and re-focus my spirit. 70s and 80s music plays through my headphones, and I usually pray a rosary during all the hill climbing in Atlanta. I signed up to run the New York City Marathon with my daughter, Charlotte, who is a runner.  Charlotte was able to gain entry through her many New York City races. I, however, received entry by committing to raise money for Gilda's Club Westchester in White Plains, NY, a community "dedicated to ensuring that all people impacted by cancer are empowered by knowledge, strengthened by action and sustained by community."  I work with cancer patients every day, so I thought it was a fitting community for me to support.  Little did I know that I would be diagnosed with cancer during my training. I am one of the lucky ones. I had a questionable thyroid nodule biopsy result, and it was therefore decided that I should have a partial thyroidectomy. Upon removal and additional pathology testing I was diagnosed with thyroid cancer. Fortunately, I was now clear with nothing more to do except have periodic ultrasounds.