29/03/2026
My daughter was 8 months old when a doctor told me we were most likely dealing with cancer.
That’s the detail I kept repeating. Not because I didn’t understand what was happening to me — but because I couldn’t make it make sense alongside her.
I was 29. My smear test caught it early. Stage 1b cervical cancer. What followed was years of surgeries, chronic infection, MRI scans, a trachelectomy to try to save my fertility — and eventually, a radical hysterectomy at 32 that took everything. Both ovaries. Any chance of more children. And overnight, my body changed in ways nobody properly prepared me for.
Surgical menopause at 32 was, honestly, harder than the cancer diagnosis.
The brain fog. The anxiety. The exhaustion that no amount of sleep touched. I was working in healthcare five days a week in a high-intensity environment — a life I used to thrive in — and I was drowning.
Yoga didn’t save me. But it gave me somewhere to land while I figured out how to save myself.
If you’re navigating menopause, surgical menopause, or just feeling completely lost in your own body — this page is for you.
Have you ever felt like your body became a stranger to you? Tell me below. 🤍
