The day I found out I had Cancer, I looked myself in the eyes in the mirror. I spoke to the cancer and told it ''I give you 12 months, that's it. you're not having a day more.'' I didn’t expect the second clear scan to affect me as much as it did. The first one brought relief — huge relief — but it also came with disbelief. After everything my body had been through, part of me was still waiting for the catch. Cancer teaches you to be cautious with good news, even when you’re desperate to believe it. The second set of scans felt different. This time, when I heard the words no recurrence, nothing of concern , something shifted. It wasn’t just relief — it was reassurance. A quiet, steady confidence that what we’d been through had worked, and that my body was continuing to heal. I'd kicked cancer's ass! In the days leading up to the scan, I noticed the familiar tension creeping in. I was getting on with life, feeling stronger, moving forward — but und...
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