Hey there, and welcome to My World My Life , my little corner of the internet. After what felt like an endless process, I’ve finally moved all my old blog posts from their outdated home to this fresh new space. It wasn’t easy, balancing this with treatment, work, and family life, but with a little help from my family, I made sure every post made it over intact. No missing entries, no broken links (because let’s be honest, that totally would have happened). Now that everything is in place, I couldn’t be more excited for what’s ahead. This blog isn’t just about sharing my journey; it’s about creating a space where we can connect, support one another, and navigate life’s unexpected twists together. One of those twists came in the form of breast cancer. One moment, I was going about my usual routine, and the next, I was sitting in a doctor’s office, hearing words that didn’t feel real. In an instant, my world flipped upside down. My days became a whirlwind of appointments, treatments, and ...
The chemo unit wasn’t exactly where I imagined I’d spend the first day of Ramadan. But there I was, back in my chemo chair for my fifth infusion of Zoledronic acid (Zometa), watching the IV drip do its quiet work… while my family and friends were beginning their fast. If you’re not Muslim, Ramadan is about so much more than just fasting from dawn to sunset. And yes, fasting is a big part of it. But it’s also about discipline. Patience. Gratitude. It’s about soft resets and quiet reconnections. It’s about intention. And there’s something really special about day one. There’s this collective energy, knowing millions of us are waking up before sunrise, making the same intention, stepping into the month together. It feels grounding. Like you’re part of something bigger than yourself. So I won’t pretend I wasn’t gutted to miss it. Instead of fasting today, I was hooked up to an IV. The beautiful thing about our faith is that when you’re unwell, you’re not just allowed t...