Greetings! Thank you so much for stopping by. My name is Patricia, but you can call me Trish. I’m a midwestern girl with a southern soul. I’m a woman of God with the determination of a winner. That winning attitude is due, in part, to the fact that I share my living quarters with two of the winningest teams around…the Green Bay Packers and the Milwaukee Bucks. That’s right! I was born and raised in the four-season state of Wisconsin. After working in corporate America since I was a teenager (a few years ago ), an unfortunate illness changed my book of life and had me scrambling to rewrite some chapters. In March of 2012, I was diagnosed with a very rare cancer called Pheochromocytoma. A Big Shocking Surprise to me, my family and my friends. This devastating news came at a time when I had proudly given over 25 years to my job at the United Parcel Service; a milestone that had earned me 6 weeks of vacation. Unbeknownst to me, God had already set me up for the first blessing that would come from this illness. He, along with my servitude to this company had granted me a precious commodity…TIME. I was so happy to be at a point in my lengthy career, where I could take off and do what I loved. Travel. My goal was to balance the good with the bad…see some sights while I fight the fight. And oh what a fight it turned out to be. You know that phrase, “what doesn’t kill you, makes you stronger”? Well I lived it! This unfortunate diagnosis got more devastating for me when I received a Letter of Termination in the mail, while home on disability fighting that fight. Now it was really time to step out on faith and put my Faith Over Fear into Action (remember that motto…you’ll hear me say it a lot).
Monday, March 13, 2012 was the first day of my vacation! I had a week full of wonderful and fun plans, I only needed to get a doctor's appointment out of the way. I wasn't too concerned about my appointment because this was a routine follow up that I had every six months since my surgery in 2009. My doctor and his nurse came in the room and after a little small talk, he explains the results of my last scans. "I'm sorry, but you have cancer."