For years, cancer rewrote my life. I got so caught in its drama that I lost sight of myself. I was no longer writing my own days. I was going along for the ride while cancer set the pace, filled my pages with medical words, and planned my weeks around whatever schedule the doctors handed…
Read moreCategory: Musings Along A Cancer Fighter’s Journey
Might a modest tale heal the way you face your own battles? I write about what it is like to be a cancer warrior, so I ask myself now… What power do these words truly have? They are just moments on my journey that capture some fear, hope and defiance of mine. Through blogging, I have a platform to express that innermost essence and see what depths or courage emerges in the most unlikely places. Whether you’re in the midst of it, walking a similar path by her side, or holding space from across a collective biosphere—let these reflections be our rebuke once more—that courage is not far away; finding strength and leading with brave hearts are just who we truly are lifted to see.
The Lost Art of Watching Clouds Without Taking a Picture
Right before an appointment, you might step outside just to feel air on your face. After chemo, you might sit in the car for a minute longer than you planned, not ready to go back inside. On the hardest days, even walking to the mailbox can feel like climbing a hill. And then you notice…
Read moreReclaiming Your Story: Taking Back Control of Your Narrative
For years, cancer rewrote my life. I got so caught in its drama that I lost sight of myself. I was no longer writing my own days. I was going along for the ride while cancer set the pace, filled my pages with medical words, and planned my weeks around whatever schedule the doctors handed…
Read moreWhat Changed When I Started Thanking My Body Every Morning
For years, I moved through mornings on autopilot. My body was just transportation, a vehicle getting me from bed to bathroom to kitchen. I rarely thanked it. I barely noticed it, unless something hurt or didn’t look the way I thought it should. Then one morning, recovering from yet another treatment, I woke up and…
Read moreFrom Pain to Purpose
From Pain to Purpose Seven years ago, I didn’t choose this path. Cancer showed up on my doorstep, uninvited and unwelcome. It wasn’t a teacher I asked for, and I won’t call it a gift. Today, after seven straight years of treatment, I face a hard truth: the very thing I tried to escape shaped…
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