Six months ago, I was preparing for my baby’s arrival, full of hope. Then pain hit—a rare cancer diagnosed after my daughter, Liora, was born. Chemo drained me, and the cancer spread to my leg. I had it amputated without tears, but the loss was hard.
Just as I started healing, I discovered a lung lesion no one told me about. Fear gripped me, but with the support of a strong friend, Saoirse, I found courage.
The lesion turned out benign. Relief washed over me, and slowly, I relearned to live—walking with a prosthetic and holding Liora again.
Life changed, but love remained. In the end, it’s not about surviving the worst days—it’s about choosing joy and hope anyway.
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