I was 33 years old—healthy, active, and heading to the gym—when I got a phone call from my doctor that changed everything in an instant. He told me I was pregnant with twins. I felt completely fine, so I was sure there had to be a mistake. I even asked him to double-check my name and date of birth, convinced he was looking at someone else’s results.
But he wasn’t. And then he said the word no one is ever prepared to hear: cancer.
In that moment, my whole world stopped. I couldn’t breathe or speak. My mind filled with images of my daughter—her bright blue eyes and the smile that lights up my heart. I thought about my husband, my parents, my siblings, and everyone I love. I knew one thing for sure: I wasn’t ready to leave them. And inside me were two tiny babies, waiting for their chance at life while mine was suddenly in danger.
That same day, I was sent to the emergency room and then moved straight to the oncology floor. That’s when it truly hit me—this was real. This wasn’t a nightmare. I spent six weeks in the hospital, gave birth to my twins at just 29 weeks, and started chemotherapy less than 24 hours after delivering them. Once my boys were born, the real fight began.
Each hospital stay was exhausting, both physically and emotionally. I couldn’t understand how life outside those walls kept going when mine felt completely paused. But after five long months, I finally finished treatment. The journey was anything but easy—it was filled with good days and bad days, small victories and painful setbacks. Through it all, I kept reminding myself what I was fighting for: my husband, my daughter, and my two beautiful baby boys—my reason to keep going.
Every day, I walked those hospital halls telling myself, “I’m going to walk out of here cancer-free.” And I did. I am a fighter. I am a mother, a daughter, a wife, a sister, and a friend—and I refused to let cancer define who I am.
Today, my life is forever changed. But in many ways, it’s changed for the better. I don’t stress over the little things anymore. I truly appreciate each day because I know how precious life is. I’m doing well, my babies are doing well, and my family is stronger than ever. Every single day is a victory—and every day is worth celebrating.
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