Personal Journey

I went into surgery with fear, hope, and an empty stomach. I woke up tumor free, with one incision, clean margins, and a new sense of strength. This is that story.

The Silence After the diagnosis There’s a strange kind of time that exists between diagnosis and treatment :not the kind marked by calendars or clocks, but by phone calls, test results, and the sound of your own heartbeat while waiting for news. Everything feels both urgent and suspended, like life is holding its breath. When I first heard the word cancer, I moved fast. It’s how I cope. I’m a doer by nature, a “give me the next step and I’ll run with it” kind of person. So I

After my diagnosis, I chose a small circle. Not out of secrecy, but self-protection. Here’s how I told my husband and kids, set boundaries, and found steady, simple support.

Nothing can prepare you to see this sentence in a medical report: “You have breast cancer.” I was in the middle of a work meeting when I...