My Team…

My Team…

Dance has and always will be my main passion in life. I started my dancing days at The Nicky Stevens school of Dance back in my home town of Grimsby. I laugh now as I write that word, Grimsby! For many who know me, know I always say Lincolnshire, but I’ve promised myself this blog is a way of letting everything out so I may as well start by admitting I’m a “Cod Head” as we are often referred to as! This school soon became Harlequin Dance School and I owe a lot to Nicky Stevens and Karen Would who taught me how to turn passion into discipline and inevitably my career. They built such a strong foundation of training that it was easier to build on as I moved forward with my training. I have a degree in Dance Performance from Northern School of Contemporary Dance where I spent three years training daily. It wasn’t your average university life. I don’t remember going out every night and drinking that’s for sure! I remember being in a studio at 8am every day, often until 8pm sweating all day long and my body aching so much I used a suitcase to slide down a staircase as my legs wouldn’t function. But, I always remember smiling and feeling incredibly lucky to have been given a chance to do what I loved. No matter how I feel or what might be going on in my life, all I have to do is put some music on and channel everything into a dance and I soon feel better. It’s my life therapy you... read more
An orange jumper and “Thinking Out Loud”

An orange jumper and “Thinking Out Loud”

I’m not quite sure if it’s a confidence issue or if I just like to wear black… with everything that was going on I started to question a lot about myself and when choosing what to wear one day, it became apparent that I have far too much black and dark clothing.  A spot of retail therapy was in order to take my mind off waiting for my results.  I strolled around the store, thinking “pick something you would never normally wear Vic.”  “Don’t get to an old lady and think I wish I had been more adventurous with my outfits.”  As I walked past the pile of orange jumpers, I thought to myself how nice they were. I stopped, picked one up and did something I wouldn’t normally do, I put it in my basket.    When it came to the morning of my second visit to the Colposcopy ward at Pontefract hospital, I was doing the usual flitting through my wardrobe.    I had barely slept, I felt sick.   The kind of sick you feel when you are so anxious about facing something you wish you could just forget about. I remember laying in bed at 3.56am, I’m so specific as I had been watching the clock tick for what felt like days. Knowing that in three hours I would be getting up to face something I knew in the pit of my stomach, would be bad news.   Now if you know me, you know I’m one of those annoying people that always find the positive in a situation. But that night, I struggled.   ... read more
A family trip to Scarborough, a phone call and a routine check-up.

A family trip to Scarborough, a phone call and a routine check-up.

October 16th, 2014, was the day my life as I knew it and my life as I thought it would be, changed forever.   No matter how supportive you might be, how understanding you think you are; you can never comprehend how someone who has been diagnosed with Cancer feels. It’s not possible.   The Doctor facing you with sadness in their eyes; hearing the words “We’ve found Cancer”, and suddenly the feeling of being pulled into a sink, drowning in water, desperately trying to grab onto anything to give you hope of not sinking to the bottom: can you really tell me you understand? I say this with as much respect and love as I can. I don’t mean it negatively…  I’m just being honest. In a split second, your life can completely unravel. The control you thought you had dissolves into a memory. All I remember was feeling light headed, my heart was pounding, and I wanted to be sick. So many questions filled my mind… What did you say? Why? Who has Cancer? Me? No! I looked at Jay. His face said it all. Two months prior, my life was very different. I was in Scarborough on an annual trip with my Parents, Niece and Nephew. We visit each summer as it’s my Dads home town and he sees his siblings. We spend the day by the seaside as a family, eating bad food and enjoying time together. Precious. I remember, as I stood on the sea front wincing with pain, and my Mum asked “is it your lumps again?” Now, let me explain. Since I was... read more
An introduction: The big C, The little C, and Everything in between.

An introduction: The big C, The little C, and Everything in between.

Let me introduce myself and open up my world to you in the hope that I might make a difference to what could be a hard, dark day for you.

My name is Victoria. I am 34 years old. A brunette on a mission in the gym ATM as some of you will see if you follow my social media. I’m on the treadmill writing this!

I am a dancer, I’ve danced since I was 6 years old which is now 28 years (that still shocks me when I realise how long it’s actually been). Through dance and performing I have built a career, travelled all over the world and met…

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