Today marks six years since my breast cancer surgery at 29 weeks pregnant. Some anniversaries feel heavy, but this one feels grounding. That season changed me in ways I’m still discovering. It strengthened me, softened me, and reminded me how fragile—and beautiful—life really is.
I am deeply grateful to be here. I know not everyone receives that gift. Surviving isn’t something I take lightly. At the same time, I’ve learned it’s okay to feel tired of carrying the story. Cancer may be part of my past, but it doesn’t get to define my whole future.
Recently, I connected with someone who had the same diagnosis. There’s something powerful about those conversations—a quiet understanding that doesn’t need many words. It’s a reminder that none of us walk hard roads alone.
For years, I avoided fully reading my old oncology reports. One sentence about a high chance of recurrence once overwhelmed me. But time has given me perspective. Those words were written in uncertainty. Today, I’m living in reality—and reality says I’m here. Healthy. Growing. Moving forward.
The greatest lesson these six years have taught me is this: joy is meant to be celebrated now, not postponed out of fear. Worry steals more moments than it protects.
So today, I choose gratitude. I choose presence. I choose to celebrate life—not someday, but today
One of my best friends just had a lumpectomy & axillary lymph node dissection under her right arm last Thursday. You are such a strong lady to have gone through all of that, especially pregnant.
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