If you scroll through my social media, you’ll see smiles, family milestones, and small moments of joy I’ve intentionally carved out along the way. You’ll see birthday cakes, sunny days, hugs with the people I love. Those snapshots are real and they matter. They remind me, even on the hardest days, that life is still beautiful and absolutely worth celebrating. But photos only ever tell part of the story. What they don’t show are the quiet moments behind the scenes; the fear that creeps in before every scan, the hospital appointments squeezed in between school runs and “normal” working day life, the days when simply getting out of bed feels like climbing a mountain. Two and a half years ago, my world suddenly filled with words I never expected to know so well: surgery, chemo, radiation, targeted therapy, hormonal therapy, Lymphedema.. .etc. They became part of my everyday vocabulary overnight. I still remember the night before my first treatment; lying awake, scared, overwhelmed and ...