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I was meant to have seventeen rounds of Keytruda. I had seven.

Last week I officially told my team I was done. No more immunotherapy. And the strangest part? I wasn't more scared of the cancer coming back than I was of the next side effect.

That's a big thing to say out loud. So let's talk about i...

I got three tattoos this year and I didn't choose a single one of them.

Not the fun kind. Not the "I've always wanted this" kind. These three were part of my external beam radiation treatment for stage three cervical cancer, and I didn't even know they were coming until the day they showed up.

If ...

I started chemo the week of Christmas.

Not the week after. Not "let's ease into the new year." The actual week of Christmas. There was no time to sit with it, no time to research alternatives, no time to even really feel scared yet. I was handed a pile of pamphlets, told treatment needed to start w...

Let me paint you a picture.

It's a Tuesday. You're exhausted — not the I need an early night kind of exhausted, but the I don't know how I'm going to get through the next hour kind. And yet, somewhere in the back of your head, a little voice pipes up:

"You should be doing more."

"Other people are...

Here's something I used to believe for a really long time.

Self-care was for people who had extra time. People who had already sorted their lives out. People who weren't juggling businesses, kids, responsibilities, and a to-do list that never actually got shorter. Self-care was, honestly? A bit ind...

I know this might sound a little unexpected… but I don’t say “f*ck you” to cancer.

And before you roll your eyes or think I’m soft, let me explain.

The first time I saw that phrase, I got it. I really did. It’s strong. It’s defined. It gives fear somewhere to go. It’s a battle cry, a shield, a mid...

When Life Stops You in Your Tracks

I wish I could tell you this blog starts with a brave, inspirational moment.
But the truth is, it starts with me being absolutely exhausted.

The kind of tired that sleep does not fix.
The kind where your body forces you to slow down, whether you like it or not.