Running Into the Storm
The treatment plan was mapped out—surgeries, chemotherapy, radiation. It was daunting, mountain of challenges to climb. But I laced up my shoes and started running. Literally and figuratively.
Chemo was a beast of its own, stripping away my physical strength but revealing a mental resilience I hadn't tapped into before. Every treatment was a battle, a round in the ring where I refused to stay down. I found solace in movement, in the small victories of getting out for a walk or a run even when my body screamed no.
This phase was about endurance. It was about trusting the process and keeping my eyes locked on the cleared sky I knew was waiting on the other side of the storm.
