Here we go.
Today it has officially been one year since I was diagnosed with cancer.
I was 31 years old and 20 weeks pregnant with twin girls.
I didn’t have time to panic. We quickly got a second option, got appointments scheduled and started chemo all in 2 weeks.
4 rounds of chemo. It was brutal. While working full time.
Twins delivery. Vaginal and c-section.
NICU stay. 4 lbs babies.
12 more rounds of chemo.
Anaphylaxis shock.
So much aching and crying and grieving for the life I wanted.
And goodness I shoved those emotions down as hard as a could.
“I’m fine,” I’d say. Or “hanging in there.”
But I wasn’t. My body continually tired to fail me. And I hurt everyday. From chemo, from surgery, from endless appointments.
Today, a year later. The pain is still fresh.
This hard road still isn’t done.
I’m still so broken. But so whole too.
How?
Jesus, my husband, my mom, my sister, our incredible family and village.
And every time when I look around at my (4!) beautiful kids, I’m so grateful to be here, even in my brokenness.
If you have followed my story or prayed for me, thank you from the bottom of my heart. I never knew how much I needed encouragement on dark days. I still need it. Thank you 🩷
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