There are certain words that divide your life into before and after.
Cancer is one of them.
I remember sitting in the doctor's office. I remember the seriousness in his voice. I remember hearing the diagnosis.
And I remember feeling as though the room had suddenly become very small.
Everything else became a blur. My future. My plans. My assumptions about tomorrow. All of it seemed uncertain.
Cancer has a way of forcing difficult questions. Questions about mortality. Questions about purpose. Questions about what truly matters.
In the weeks that followed, I experienced every emotion imaginable. Fear. Anger. Sadness. Hope. Determination.
Some days I felt strong. Other days I didn't. And that was okay.
One of the greatest lessons I learned is that courage isn't a permanent state. It's a daily choice.
A choice to attend appointments. A choice to continue treatment. A choice to keep believing that tomorrow is worth fighting for.
Today, I am grateful for every day. Not because the journey was easy. But because it reminded me that life is precious. And that hope is often stronger than fear.