For those who want to know more — here is the truth behind the words.
In 2014, I was 24 years old and already too familiar with suffering.
For a year, I bounced from one surgery to the next, one wrong answer to another. My body was failing, and no one could tell me why.
Then one night, the pain exploded. It felt like something had come alive inside me. My entire body — bones, face, blood, skin — was burning. Screaming.
I couldn’t take it anymore.
I remember dragging myself off the bed, rolling onto the floor, and banging my head to make it stop. I remember the look on my grandmother’s face as she woke up and ran for help. I remember my father trying to hold me still, and I remember nothing after that — just the ambulance, without a stretcher, the stairs, the blood, the crawling, the blackness.
My son saw everything.
He was four.
They diagnosed me soon after.
Cancer.
Lymphatic, aggressive, fast.
My mother was dying of cancer too, in another hospital. I couldn’t save her.
But I had to save myself — for my son, for the child who saw his mother’s pain and asked the world for answers.
They said I wouldn’t survive.
But I did.
I wrote this book because the pain didn’t stop when I left the hospital. Because survival doesn’t mean silence. Because there are memories that still breathe inside me, and I wanted to give them a voice.
📖 in cancer memoriam is not just about cancer.
It’s about fear. About trauma. About facing the darkest night and choosing to write your way through it.
It’s not fiction.
It’s not pretty.
But it’s true.
And maybe it will help someone feel a little less alone.
💛 Now available on Amazon. This is volume one of a two-part memoir.
💛 My book walks alongside you through recovery, with stories and soul. You don’t have to heal alone.
📖 Find my book on Amazon: in cancer memoriam: A Story of Resilience and Hope
🕊️ I have written a true life story — one that was lived, felt, and shared word by word.
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