She is a sick ballerina dancer

battling breast cancer. She

ties a pink satin ribbon around

a tree. Chemotherapy steals her

hair, but never a heartbeat. She

is as light on her feet as air. She

is as old as time itself. Against all

odds, her pink heart of gold continues

to hold on tight until the next forty eight

hours. In this sanctuary of flowers, twilight

passes by while she loses her powers. The

audience throws red roses in her direction.

She is caught up in a wave of emotion. She

takes a bow knowing this dance might be her last.

The world turns black before her eyes and yet

she stays hopeful.