Fighting Breast Cancer at 32 — Round 2

This was a battle I originally planned to fight silently, leaning only on a few people close to me. But I’ve realized this isn’t something I can do alone, nor should I have to.

In March of 2022, at the age of 28, I began getting sick. Sadly, my concerns were dismissed by doctors. It wasn’t until I turned 30, in August of 2023, that someone finally took me seriously. On September 22, 2023, I was diagnosed with breast cancer. I went through treatment and was told I was “cured.”

I celebrated, believing that chapter of my life was behind me. But in February 2025, I began getting sick again. Shortly after, I was diagnosed once more—this time with Stage 3C breast cancer. Hearing that it had spread everywhere except my bones and organs nearly shattered me. Still, I geared up for another battle and began aggressive treatment.

I’ll be honest: I’m scared. I’m ashamed. I celebrated my first victory only to find out it wasn’t true. I wanted to fight this second battle alone, in silence. But the truth is, I can’t. And admitting that—being vulnerable, asking for help—is one of the hardest things I’ve ever done.

I am humbly asking for support—whether through donations, prayers, or simply sharing my story. Your kindness will help me cover:

• Medical expenses not fully covered by insurance (specialists, treatments, medications).

• Travel costs for frequent hospital visits and appointments.

• Living expenses as treatment makes it difficult to work consistently.

• Basic needs like rent, groceries, and utilities while I focus on healing.

Every act of support reminds me that I am not alone in this fight. Your generosity and compassion give me the courage to face each day. From the bottom of my heart, thank you for standing with me.