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Watch out, Cancer. There's a new Ninja in town.

Today, I'm dedicating my blog to a Mallorie Dye. Techinically we've never met (blog comments and FB messages don't count!), but she has made a direct impact in my life. Not to be a creeper, but I think about her and her current battle daily. She's a real-life ninja.**

This is Mallorie {and her husband}. First - how cute are they!?! Second, I asked Mallorie if It was okay to feature her on Rural Gone Urban {just thought I'd lay that one on the table...}

Mallorie is a twenty-four year old newlywed who was diagnosed with Burkitts Lymphoma April 26. Yes, of this year. Her blog is the story of her fight against cancer.

Here's the skinny: She's uh-mazing.

Her positive outlook about kickin' Cancer's rear-end is unbelievable. It's tough. Horrifying. Unimaginable. But, she takes it one day at a time and is thankful every day for every blessing He pours out. She also let's you {the creeper reading her blog} what it's really like. The good days, the bad days, the incredible nurses who are with her every step of the way....

Here is an excerpt from her blog: Don’t sweat the small stuff – It’s ok that it’s Monday. Monday is going to be here next week too. I know your boss is a jerk, but in the grand scheme of things does it really matter? I’m sorry you’re feeling fat today, try eating healthier. I know someone just door-dinged your car, but it’s just a car and at least you weren’t in a wreck. Sometimes I just see Facebook statuses that make me want to say, “Really? That’s really what you’re upset about?” I’m not trying to make anyone’s story or “status” seem insignificant, I’m just saying that I don’t sweat the small stuff anymore. I’m fighting for my life, so the lady who cut in line at the grocery store or the jerk who cut me off on the road, they don’t bother me a bit. I’m just happy to be here.

To be fair - I think that's the harshest tone she has ever used on her blog. But, that paragraph struck me to my core.

She's right.

I'm sharing her blog with you because I truly believe her story is meant to be shared. Read it. Pass in on.

On my morning drive to work, K-Love takes over my radio. When Matthew West's song Strong Enough comes through the speakers I can't think of anyone else except Mallorie.

He wouldn't give us obstacles in our life if he didn't think we weren't strong enough and if He wasn't willing to carry us through the storm.


**Ninja: Rockstar, All-Star, Awesome Person. Basically, it's the new black of compliments.


What can you buy with $37.50? Dinner?

A shoe?

A 1/4 tank of gas?

My little cousin, Sydney, had that much in savings. {That's a lot for a kid in middle school.} I said had because she donated every penny to Relay for Life.

My aunt Stacey has also rounded up a team (The Soaring Eagles) for the same Relay for Life event. (The Soaring Eagles are walking in remembrance of my Grandpa Bill. In 4 short months the big C took him from us.)

This is really amazing to me because they represent different branches of the family tree. And, like your family - or someone you know - both branches of my tree have been touched by the big C. (Let's get real here. All 5 branches of my tree)

I'm not asking you to donate. I'm asking you to tell your loved ones you love them. And, in all seriousness - there's no mushy emotional stuff going on here. You just never know when the Big C is going to hit your family a little closer than you ever thought it would.

My dad. The Big C took this big guy - all 6' 8" of him - in '93. That's just rude if you ask me.