There is a strange loneliness that comes with serious illnesses. The world continues moving around you while yourlife becomes divided into scans, medications, side effects, sleepless nights, and impossible decisions. I never imagined that I would one day be fighting metastatic breast cancer while also struggling to manage diabetes, physical pain, financial pressure and the emotional weight carried by the people who love me.

Some das, the battle feels invisible to everyone else except me. A dry cough that will not stop with paint hat makes even swallowing difficult The fear that arrives quietly in the middle of the night when the rest of the world is sleeping. Yet every morning , I still wake up determined to keep fighting - for more time, for my family, and for the hope that there may still be options ahead of me.