In the past three weeks, my life has changed in ways I never could have imagined.

I’m only 25 years old, and I went from trying to process the loss of my pregnancy to being told I have cancer, and starting chemotherapy almost immediately. There was no time to grieve, no time to breathe—just a sudden shift into survival mode.

Before all of this, I had just begun building something for myself—my business, my independence, my future. Now, everything feels like it’s been put on hold. I’ve lost my apartment, and I’m struggling to keep my business afloat while going through treatment.

On top of that, my family is facing their own challenges. My mom recently lost her job after her workplace shut down, and my dad is about to begin retirement next month. Financially, this has become overwhelming for all of us, especially with the cost of ongoing medical care.

Emotionally, this has been just as hard. The one person who keeps me grounded, sane, and as stress-free as possible through all of this is my boyfriend. He helps me cope in ways I can’t even fully put into words—being with him makes me feel safer, calmer, and like I can actually begin to heal on the inside, not just physically.

We’re in a long-distance relationship right now, and it’s been incredibly difficult. He is currently under contract for his job in British Columbia, Canada, working in the military, and these types of government contracts are not easy to break. While they’ve been understanding of my diagnosis, they haven’t been able to give him the flexibility to stay with me during treatment. We’re constantly trying to figure out plane tickets just so he can be here with me when possible.

This was our pregnancy, our loss, and now this feels like our battle too—but I’m physically going through it without him by my side every day. When he’s not here, the weight of everything hits even harder. The anxiety, the despair, and the grief can feel overwhelming, and there are days where the tears don’t stop.

Every day feels like a mental battle. It’s hard not to feel like I’ve lost control of my life. Everything I was building, everything I had just started, feels like it crumbled overnight.

But even in all of this, I’m holding onto hope. I’m praying for healing, for strength, and for the chance to live a cancer-free life again.

If you’re able to support me in any way—whether through donations, sharing this, or simply keeping me in your prayers—it truly means more than I can express. I’m so grateful for any kindness and support during this time.

Thank you for being here with me through this.