Scans 8-25-2025 10:20 am..

I'm sitting in this office where my world cracked open a year ago. The shuffle of the nurses—it all feels eerily familiar, yet I am carrying a year’s worth of battles inside me.. A year ago, I was told

the cancer had spread to my liver. Terminal. That word echoed through my bones. And now, here I am, waiting to see if it’s still stable. That word—stable—has become both a prayer and a lifeline. I've lived through scans, treatments, sleepless nights, and moments of raw hope. I have learned to hold joy and fear in the same breath. Today isn’t just another appointment—it’s a reckoning, a reflection, a reminder of how far I have come. I am not the same person who sat here last year. I am stronger, wiser, and still standing. And that, in itself, is extraordinary. Whatever the scan says, this moment is mine. It will be great news!!