Today marks 7 years since chemo ended. While I did go on to have more treatment, this is a powerful milestone and one that deserves to be honoured.
What no one tells you is that finishing treatment doesn’t mean you’re done. It means the healing begins in a whole new way. The physical battle ends, and the emotional reckoning begins.
While that period in my life was HELL, it stripped away the noise. It forced me to tune in and trust myself – not just with decisions about my health, but with how I live.
⭕ What I learned
▪️Trusting myself over outside voices
▪️Walking away from what doesn’t align to create space for what does
▪️Listening to my energy over my “to do” list
⭕ What I Let Go Of
▪️Self abandonment that comes from people-pleasing.
▪️The illusion of control (my family might argue this one!)
▪️The urge to prove my worth
⭕ What I’ve Embraced
▪️Rest as medicine
▪️Boundaries as self-respect
▪️Stillness and intuition as guides
Looking back, I see I was stripped down to what was most essential. From that raw place, I’ve worked hard to build a life that nourishes me. One that feels like home in my own skin.
7 years out and I’m still healing. Still learning. Still growing.
I honour the version of me who kept going. The body that carried me through. My loved ones who showed up and stepped up. And I honour all the mess and the beauty that comes with and from that mess.
If you’re in the middle of something hard, please hold on.
After survival comes something quieter, deeper: peace, perspective, and a return to yourself.
I’m proud of how far I’ve come and so deeply grateful to be here writing these words, living this life, and trusting this journey.