REYGing to Knockout Cancer from Rey's Brain

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REYGing to Knockout Cancer from Rey's Brain

My journey taking Brain Cancer for the 2nd time. This is my corner to join. Your support is welcomed

04/12/2025

Never asked for your pity, keep that for sitcom reruns and sad Spotify playlists.
I don’t need anyone to feel sorry for me; I survived Brain Cancer, not a bad hair day.
Sympathy’s a couch you sink into, but Empathy’s the Muaythai stance. Firm feet, Hands up, Heart open.
I don’t want the “shame, man” head tilt;

I want eye contact like a MRI scan — see me, don’t diagnose me.
I’ve been hit harder than life’s left hook; trust me, I know what it feels like when the world goes black and the nurses say, “breathe.”
Pain tried to rent space in my skull, but I evicted it. No deposit back.
If I wanted pity, I’d post a cryptic status at 3AM and disable comments.
What I want is understanding. The kind that listens, not waits for its turn to speak.
I want empathy, not sympathy. Walk with me, don’t walk around me.
Don’t sanitize my story for your comfort.

Let the contradictions breathe:

Fragile but Iron-willed, Scared but REYlentless, human but REYbuilding like a glitching Marvel origin arc.
I’m not broken, I’m battle-tested.
I don’t just tell the story; I spar with it. Every memory is a jab-cross-elbow combo.
If resilience was merch, I’d be the limited edition release. Already sold out.
I earned my grit the same way my scars earned their meaning: the hard way, the real way.
You can join the crowd cheering ♥️ or the critics doubting 👍 Either way, I’m stepping in.
Pity belongs to spectators.
Empathy belongs to warriors.
Choose your corner wisely. 🥊

I never asked for your pity or to feel sorry for me, neither did I want it, your understanding is all I need.
Give me , not

24/11/2025

At 11:30 today, we review round 12 results. Hope there's no delay today.

Cos I can't wait to see if this chapter is closed, cracked, or just pretending to be “fine” like a WiFi signal with two bars and too much confidence.

I’ve been fighting for years with the heart of a cruiserweight,
the humour of someone who’s seen too much,
and the hope of someone who refuses to unsubscribe from life’s plot twists, even when the storyline feels like Netflix wrote it during a writer’s strike.

Round 12 had me dancing between fear & faith, pain & punchlines,
MRI machines & my own reflection asking,
“Bro, how are you still standing?”
And my answer stays the same:
“Because I don’t fall, I REYload.”

Today isn’t just about results.
It’s a mirror, a REYmix, a REYboot.
If it’s dusted, we celebREYte.
If it’s dizzy in the corner, we strategize.
If it’s gearing up for Round 13, then we lace up, because I’ve got more than one more comeback in me.
And comebacks are my mother-tongue.

Call it stubbornness, call it grace, call it delusion with discipline?!

Either way, I’m showing up.
Not for pity.
Not for applause.
For the simple fact that I’ve made survival my side hustle and REYsilience my full-time job with no leave days.

So choose your corner, cos I’m fighting with the same energy SkittleZ uses at 3AM to remind me who actually runs the household.

Let’s go see what the universe has to say at 11:30.
And if it doesn’t speak clearly?
Don’t stress, I’m fluent in plot twists.

Round 13 might just learn my name.

21/11/2025

finished round 12, it's done. Monday we find out if it’s dusted or just dizzy in the corner pretending it’s fine.

With it being the end of the week and Round 12 ending, it's time to get my Bloods taken to the other end, because apparently even when you’ve fought 8-hour surgeries, grief, scans, needles and life’s plot twists, the universe still wants one more sample like a groupie who refuses to go home.

But Momma ain't raised no fool,
I’m always prepared with both hands raised, clinched fist with my chin down moving Onwards & Forwards Towards making the Big C a Coward.

Cos I’ve been kicked harder in Muaythai, bled more in training than I am with the needle in my arm.

Stared down opponents bigger than a tray of vials & a nurse saying:

“Just relax, you’ll feel a small prick.”

🥰 Too Cute 😍

This ain't a setback, just another round in a fight I’ve already decided to win waiting for the judges final decision.
Another chance to square dance my shoulders, steady my breath, and remind life that I don’t tap. I don’t fold. I don’t flinch.

If Round 12 was “done,”
today’s Bloods are just the countdown
to Monday’s verdict on whether this whole chapter is
done and dusted or if I need to step back in the ring and dust it myself.

Either way, I'm
Still fighting.
Still rising.
Still swinging.
Still Rey ReyGing in Reign.

20/11/2025

Yesterday’s last-minute cancellation call at 08:30 had me sprinting to get paperwork sorted for my Brain Scan scheduled for 1pm 🥱
Only for them to delay me another 90 minutes after getting there at 12:30 🤬

Life really pulled up like, hurry up and wait.
“Run, soldier 🏃so you can sit there & age gracefully in the waiting room.”

Plot twist?
I don’t age, I ReyG.
And I certainly don’t wait quietly.

The whole thing felt like the universe testing my patience for entertainment value.

I’ve survived 8-hour brain surgery,
carried and carrying grief that weighs more than the weight on my shoulders.
And fought battles that would snap most people in half, is that not enough?

But yesterday I was almost defeated 😭 Admin, Fluorescent lights, and a queue moving slower than a Zombie with low battery.

Cute 🥰

If frustration was a warzone,
yesterday was artillery fire:
paperwork explosions, delay grenades,
and that special kind of rage only hospitals can trigger Rey to ReyG 😡

But I sat in it.
I owned it.
I let the noise sharpen me instead of break me to get a bREYk.

Every stupid delay reminded me exactly why I’m still fighting
and why my spirit refuses to stay down.

Tests can wait.
Strength won’t.
And warriors don’t crumble.
We brood, we smirk, we rise.

Still here.
Still unshaken, but stirred.
Still Rey ReyGing in Reign.

08/10/2025

Was pinged with a call yesterday to remind me of my follow up with Dr Opperman today at 11am.

Guess that's the universe way of reminding me that I have a brain date with destiny at 11am.

Dr. Opperman’s checking in on the sparks & storms, epilepsy & seizures, just another round in the ring for the ReyGing Bull.

I’ve danced with radiation, sparred with chemo, and stood toe-to-toe with fear.
This won't be a check-up, I'm kicking off my comeback.
Weaponising the Odds with my WillPower without a written will.

Eminem may have said: “You only get one shot,”

I’ve been taking mine, scan after scan, jab after jab, spitting back at fate.
Every scar’s a lyric, every tremor a beat; My proof that my heart still rhymes with REYsilience.

Hands up. Chin down. Heart open.
I’m not afraid, I was born ready.

27/07/2025

Cancer doesn’t change you. It changes the way people see you, treat you and navigate around you.

You don’t suddenly wake up with a new personality because cells in your body rebelled. You don’t start dreaming different, loving less, or laughing lighter. You’re still you. But the world around you? That’s where the shift hits the fan.

Some people lean in with softness you never knew they had. Silent soldiers who show up without asking, who hold space without needing to fill it. They see your scars and call them sacred. They let you fall apart and don't try to sweep the pieces under spiritual clichés.

And then, there are the others.

The ones who ghost you like you’re contagious. The ones who talk to your diagnosis, not to you. The ones who switch from “let’s catch up” to “let’s pretend you don’t exist” like your presence is an uncomfortable pop quiz they didn’t study for.

Suddenly, you're not invincible Rey anymore, you're a headline with a countdown, a cautionary tale, an awkward silence wrapped in human skin.

Some stare like you’re already gone.
Others avoid eye contact like your pain is a mirror they don’t wanna look into.
You become the conversation killer, the energy drainer, the “I-don’t-know-what-to-say-so-I’ll-say-nothing” person.

But let me say this:
Cancer didn’t take my identity.
People’s reactions tried to.

They projected fear, pity, distance and wrapped it up in politeness.
They disappeared, not because they didn’t care, but because they didn’t know how.

And yet, through that reshuffling of souls, I found my tribe.
Those who didn’t flinch at my fatigue.
Who still invited me even when I couldn’t show up.
Who spoke to me, not it.

Cancer’s a filter. A firewall.
It doesn’t change who you are. It reveals who they are.
Some expired. Some inspired.

And here I stand:
Unchanged in soul, upgREYded in clarity.
Still me; just wiser, leaner, realer.

🩺 "Cancer doesn’t define me.
It refines the world around me."

25/10/2024

rising to shine for Round 8 today at 07:30! 🥊

It’s been a long, hard week in the ring, with seven tough rounds behind me, and now it's time for Round 8 to close it out. This fight has been a test of endurance, both mentally & physically, but we’re still pushing.

This week, I’ve had:

Dr. Kathan checking in on my response to the REYdiation, reminding me to rest and hydrate 💧.

Dr. White laying out the game plan for the next steps 🧠.

And you all, standing strong in my corner, giving me the strength I need for every punch, every dodge, every move 🫶.

The fatigue is real, but we’re still here, gloves on, ready to take it head-on. After today’s session, it’s time to recharge over the weekend and get ready for what next week holds. No treatment on the weekend means rest, but come Monday, we’re back in the ring for another round.

Ending this week strong, keeping that momentum going into next week. Round 8, here we go! 💪🏽🥊

Onwards and Forwards Towards VictoREY!

23/10/2024

Up too early to get REYdy for Round 6!

At 07:20 we step back into the ring for Round 6 for another hit of REYdiation. Fatigue may be creeping in after 5 rounds done n rusted, but that’s just part of the fight before the opponent's busted.

But the fight doesn’t stop there! After today's round, I’m heading to see Dr. White at 15:00 for a quick check-up, just to keep the game plan in motion.

Today we keep that momentum rolling. Keeping the mind sharp, focused, & strong, hands uo, chin down. Pushing Onwards and Forwards Towards VictoREY! 💪🏽

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