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 After what felt like an endless process, I’ve finally moved all my old blog posts from their outdated home to this fresh new space.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 ...
Today feels almost surreal. I just had my sixth and final Zometa infusion, a milestone I’ve imagined for so long. Yet now that it’s actually here, I’m surprised by the sudden rush of mixed emotions. There is enormous relief, of course. Having finished two years of Abemaciclib last June, this marks another major chapter of my breast cancer journey that I can finally put behind me. For years, my life revolved around blood tests, hospital visits, chemo wards, and endless scheduling. Now, the constant cycle of biweekly blood tests and treatment trips stops. That freedom feels amazing. Yet, finishing treatment brings an unexpected fear. Those appointments and medications were my safety net, proof that I was actively fighting to keep the cancer away. Even when exhausting, following the plan brought comfort. As that routine fades, the logical mind knows the medical team designed this path and that hormone therapy and monitoring continue, but cancer is as much mental as physical. The fear of r...