Today, I breathed again.
Not the automatic kind of breathing we do every day, but a breath that felt earned, sacred, and new. 🙌✨

My hands were shaking so hard I could barely hold the phone.
Anyone who has ever waited for cancer results knows that moment —
time stops, the heart climbs into your throat, and every breath feels incomplete.
Your whole world hangs on a single sentence.

And then I saw it.
“Absence of neoplastic cells.”
I stared…
read it again…
and again…
until the truth finally broke through.

The tears that fell weren’t fear anymore —
they were freedom, relief, gratitude. 😭💛
A release from months of silent prayers, sleepless nights, and battles fought in both body and soul.

I touched my bald head — my war crown, my reminder of every fight I refused to lose —
and I smiled.Not just any smile, but the smile of someone who has been handed a second chance at life.

Cancer tried to take so much from me —
my strength, my hope, my light…
but it underestimated the fire I carry inside. 💛🔥

Today, I didn’t just breathe.
I lived.
I returned.
I won.