02/05/2026
World Cancer Day đđŚđ
I remember the day the world shiftedâ
three words that cracked the sky:
you have cancer.
Then the echo that hollowed my breath:
thereâs no cure.
Since then, my life has been marked in strange seasonsâ
mutations rising like storms,
treatments that scorched the earth of me,
remissions that glimmered and vanished.
And the darkest chapter,
when my own cells were turned into soldiers
and the battlefield was my body.
A place where minutes lasted forever,
and I wasnât sure I would survive them.
But I did.
Somehow, I did.
And now I stand in the delicate light of remission,
learning how to live again
with hands that still tremble from the dark.
A terminal diagnosis rewrites you.
The mundane becomes miraculous.
A breath becomes a blessing.
Gratitude becomes a steady flame
burning even through the fear.
I once built walls around my heartâ
trying not to feel the sorrow
of imagining this world without me.
But walls keep out the joy, too.
So I am learning to open againâ
slowly, bravely, painfullyâ
to let grief and beauty sit beside each other.
I do not want to leave this life.
I want fifty more years.
I want the sunrise, the laughter,
the ordinary magic of every day.
So now, I grieve and I live at the same timeâ
holding both like two sides of the same truth.
This is my work.
My prayer.
My becoming.
If you see me, know that I am tryingâ
to love,
to hurt,
to hope,
to be here
fully.
A journey of darkness and light.
Of tears and grace.
Of goodbye and stillâ
stillâ
this fierce, tender love for life.
