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I also declared to the world at large that I would ride it out, and I would not allow cancer to ride me.
我還向世界宣告，我將度過難關，我不會允許癌癥將我打倒。
But to go from where I was to where I wanted to be, I needed something.
但是要從我的現狀到達我的期望，我需要一些東西。
I needed an anchor, an image, a peg to peg this process on, so that I could go from there.
我需要一個依靠，一種意象、一個標桿，釘在這一過程的起始，然后我可以從那里開始。
And I found that in my dance, my dance, my strength, my energy, my passion, my very life breath.
然后我從舞蹈中發現了它，我的舞蹈、我的力量、我的能量、我的熱情，我生命的氣息。
But it wasn't easy. Believe me, it definitely wasn't easy.
但這并不容易。相信我，這絕不容易。
How do you keep cheer when you go from beautiful to bald in three days?
當你美麗的外型在三天之內變成禿子時，你怎能保持振奮？
How do you not despair when, with the body ravaged by chemotherapy, climbing a mere flight of stairs was sheer torture, that to someone like me who could dance for three hours?
你怎能不絕望，在你的身體對化療產生不良反應時，爬幾節樓梯都像攀登險峰對于我這樣一個能連續跳3個小時的舞者？
How do you not get overwhelmed by the despair and the misery of it all?
你怎能不彷徨失措因為痛苦和絕望？
All I wanted to do was curl up and weep. But I kept telling myself fear and tears are options I did not have.
我想做的只有蜷縮起來哭泣。但是我一直告訴我自己畏縮和哭泣都不是我將要做的選擇。
So I would drag myself into my dance studio -- body, mind and spirit -- every day into my dance studio, and learn everything I learned when I was four, all over again, reworked, relearned, regrouped.
所以我強拉自己到我的舞蹈室——我的身體、思想和靈魂——每天都在我的舞蹈室學習我曾經學習過的所有東西，就好像我又回到四歲，從新工作，從頭學習，從新組織。
It was excruciatingly painful, but I did it. Difficult.
這一過程非常痛苦，但是我完成了。真困難。
I focused on my mudras, on the imagery of my dance, on the poetry and the metaphor and the philosophy of the dance itself.
我專注于我的身印手印，專注于我舞蹈的意境，專注于韻律和意象和舞蹈的哲學本身。
And slowly, I moved out of that miserable state of mind.
然后緩慢的我脫離了我心中的悲慘境遇。
