YSC Summit: Where You’re Seen

It’s hard to believe another YSC Summit weekend has come and gone just like that. Being surrounded by hundreds of survivors, thrivers, co-survivors, and patient advocates is a feeling I’ll never get tired of – and the New Orleans energy only made it better. Seeing so many new and familiar faces brought a smile to mine, and I’m walking away from this weekend with one word on my mind: seen.

There were so many small moments that reminded me I’m not navigating survivorship alone. These are just a few that stayed with me – moments where I felt seen and got to witness others being seen, too.

To the male breast cancer survivor who walked the runway at the Fashion Show: thank you for showing up and bringing vibrant energy to every interaction. Your presence was a powerful reminder that this community holds space for every story.

To the beautiful voices that filled the room at the Bourbon Street Beat Down Lyrics Edition: thank you for singing, dancing, and embracing joy together. I know I wasn’t the only one who felt the energy shift when “Survivor” by Destiny’s Child played as the final song. It was our declaration – we’re still here. Still standing. Together.

To the thriver who worked the Fashion Show with so much confidence: you even received a shoutout from the MC for being a “wallflower” at the previous Summit. I’m so proud to see how this space has allowed you to blossom.

To the mom who crafted with me at the masquerade mask station: we bonded over how neither of us thought we wanted community when we were first diagnosed. I’m so glad you’re here now, embracing connection.

To the thriver who shared how the YSC Summit has helped heal pieces of her she thought never would: I’ll never forget your words, “You guys are stuck with me. And I plan on living a really long time.”  Your voice is powerful. Thank you for reminding me to live each day as it comes while staying rooted in community.

To everyone who attended the Summit: from the speakers who inspired us, to those who showed up even when it felt hard, to the therapy pets who gave us invaluable cuddles, and the instructors who helped our bodies prepare to move and receive throughout the day – I’m so grateful for our time together. Thank you for making me feel seen all weekend without ever having to explain myself.

This year’s theme, “Catch the Beads, Keep the Bonds,” certainly rang true, and I left feeling more connected to this community than ever. Your hugs, your energy, and these moments are a reminder that it’s not the location or incredible agenda that makes the Summit what it is – it’s us. And I’ll be carrying all of it with me until next time.