On June 9, 2000, I received a shock that I wish no one ever had to experience - I was told I had ovarian cancer. I was 28 years old and definitely not expecting cancer to be on my life's path. I was fortunate that my cancer was stage 2, but that still meant surgeries and chemotherapy which were no walk in the park. But I got through it with family, friends and the help of the community I found in MOCA, at the time a brand new organization. I've volunteered with MOCA in a variety of capacities over the years and am so glad to see the continued passion that the staff and volunteers put into it every day. I've been cancer free ever since I finished those chemo treatments, and I hope that eventually all the other women who receive this diagnosis are able to see it as far in their rearview mirrors as I get to. Please give if you can, and thank you for reading my story!