These days, life feels like walking a tightrope between faith and fear. And when I say faith, I’m not talking about religion. I mean that deep-down belief that somehow, I’ll keep finding my way through. That I’ve made it through every hard day before this one, so I probably can handle this one too. But fear? Oh, she still pops up. Loud and uninvited.
I called my mom, and for the first time, I admitted how overwhelmed and isolated I felt. While my oncologist mentioned some side effects, no one fully prepared me for what menopause at such a young age would entail.
As cancer survival improves, managing long-term complications like breast cancer-related lymphedema (BCRL) is crucial.
I don’t want to be strong every day of my life and guess what it’s ok to not be. I have a village that picks up the days I am feeling weak and just don’t want to be strong anymore.
I believe that there has to be an energetic change at a fundamental level or our bodies will find their way back to the same loop that created the cancer to begin with.
Living flat wasn’t a choice I thought about when I was diagnosed with cancer. Now I know that it wasn’t only a choice, but it was the right choice for me.
For some strange reason, putting myself first seems selfish. It wasn’t until my aunt passed that I realized I have to put myself first.
I was practicing self-care. Treating my body well and doing the things that were supposed to be good for me. I never expected to find out that I had breast cancer.
At the age of 43, I was diagnosed with breast cancer. I was an emotional mess but the one constant thing that helped me survive was running.
If you are someone who is struggling or has struggled through the pain of breast cancer, then now more than ever, you need to practice self-love and self-care in order to fully heal for yourselves and for those who love you.
