Beautiful post! ❤️
“Before cancer. During cancer. After cancer.
This journey has had chapters I never imagined writing. But through it all, there’s always been a light at the end of the tunnel — sometimes it felt like a train barreling toward me, other times like the quiet glow of hope and healing.
What matters most is this: I fought. I survived. I showed up and kicked ass.
I’ll never forget the day I was diagnosed. That moment is etched into my memory — every word, every tear, every second. I remember collapsing to the floor, my sister catching me, holding me while I broke into pieces. I had never cried like that before, and I hope I never have to again.
Hearing the words “chemotherapy” and “you will lose your hair” shattered me all over again. Choosing a bilateral mastectomy was a decision I made quickly, but it didn’t make the pain any easier. I felt like I was losing parts of myself — pieces of my identity I didn’t know how to live without. What else could cancer take from me? Oh yeah… my life.
There were complications. There were dark moments. And the journey still isn’t over.
But today, I’m rocking a cute little pixie cut — and somehow, that small thing is giving me a piece of myself back. My confidence. My light.
I came. I fought. I conquered.
To anyone walking this road: You’re not dying of cancer — you’re living with it. And that’s a powerful, beautiful thing. ❤️”