20/05/2026
Monday was a very special day for me.
It marks 10 years since my “re-birthday.”
In January 2016, at 33 years old, I was diagnosed with Acute Myeloid Leukaemia. I was told treatment needed to start immediately or I had 6–8 weeks to live.
I was also told my survival rate beyond 5 years was only 33%, and that a life-saving bone marrow transplant would give me the best chance of seeing a future.
Against the odds, my brother turned out to be my donor, despite there only being a 25% chance he would even be a match. A gift that quite literally gave me another chance at life.
To my incredible medical team at the RAH, especially Dr Devendra Hiwase, thank you for carrying me through the darkest chapter of my life with brilliance, compassion and hope.
And to my husband George Roussos… there are no words strong enough. Watching someone you love fight for their life over 12 months changes you forever. The courage, strength and love you showed our family carried me when I couldn’t carry myself.
Cancer changes you.
The battle doesn’t end when treatment does. There’s the fear, the trauma, the “new normal,” the constant thought of what happens if it comes back, and what that would mean for the people you love most.
But somewhere along the way, I made a decision.
I wasn’t going to just survive.
I was going to live.
And not cautiously. Not quietly.
I chose a new normal built on purpose, impact and gratitude.
To love harder.
To give more back.
To choose hard things.
To push beyond limits.
To lead by example.
To make a difference while I have the privilege of being here to do it.
Over the last 10 years, through our business, we have had the privilege of supporting close to 300 organisations and helping more than 700 individuals through their career journeys. And honestly… I feel like I’m only just getting started.
I turn 44 this year, and slowing down isn’t even on my radar.
If anything, this journey has made me more driven to create impact, build meaningful relationships, and leave things better than I found them.
People often say I care too much.
That I’m too passionate.
Too emotional.
Too driven.
Too opinionated.
Maybe I am.
But when you have been given a second chance at life, you stop apologising for feeling deeply.
You stop playing small.
You stop wasting time pretending not to care.
I have high standards because I know how precious time is.
I value relationships because I know how much people matter.
I push hard because I know what it feels like to nearly lose everything.
And to anyone currently fighting cancer, or rebuilding themselves after it, please know this:
There is life after cancer.
There is joy after fear.
There is purpose after pain.
The fear still creeps in sometimes.
But my love for life will always outweigh it.
So I keep going.
I keep building.
I keep showing up.
And I keep believing there is always more we can do for others ❤️