Can I just take a second to talk about the best opening line ever written? “Happy families are all alike; every unhappy family is unhappy in its own way.” Tolstoy really knew what he was doing with Anna Karenina , didn't he? I’ve found myself obsessed with this idea, applying it to almost every corner of my world: family life, my kids, friendships…. even work (believe it or not!). There’s something so profound about how "normalcy" feels universal, while the hard stuff feels incredibly specific. But since cancer entered my life, those words have taken on a much deeper, more personal meaning. Before my diagnosis, health felt... well, ordinary. It was predictable. Days had a rhythm I didn't even think to question. I never realized that those "uneventful" stretches, the boring Tuesdays, the routine school runs, the quiet evenings were actually a form of happiness I hadn't learned to appreciate yet. Cancer changed that perspective overnight. It showed me just...