Thirteen years after losing my mom to Stage 4 breast cancer—and two years after my own diagnosis—I finally understand the strength she carried. This is a story of grief, grace, and the legacy of love she left behind.

April is a hard month. It holds the memories of my mom’s final days and the quiet strength she carried.

I wasn’t going to share this, but sometimes, when active treatment is done, and the hair grows back, and we no longer look sick, the expecta

Navigating the journey of breast cancer treatment can be overwhelming, but making certain lifestyle adjustments can help

Introduction to Mental Health Week It's Mental Health Week here in Canada, and as I sat down to work this morning, I felt it was the...

I had greatly underestimated how my energy levels would plummet after my last treatment session.

Hello again, 🌻 If you’re new here, catch up with Part 1 of my journey before diving into this one. As they say, context is king...or...

My unexpected journey with Breast Cancer Hey there, beautiful people! Guess who just found out that her bosom buddies had a hidden...