Yesterday I completed the last day of my radiation treatment. It was a quiet ending, without bells or ceremony, but filled with deep gratitude. The side effects were stronger in the final stretch, and finishing brought a relief I felt in every part of myself. Today is Thanksgiving, and the timing adds even more meaning to this moment. This post reflects on the end of this chapter, the lessons I carried, and the quiet strength found along the way.

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