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After fighting for us for so long, I realized I had to start fighting for myself instead – save myself from the emotional pain, anger, and sadness I was feeling.
I'm 50 and thought that man would be my husband - we’d been dating for 6 years.
Everyone falls. Everyone fails—even the best of the best. I’ve learned that getting better doesn’t make you immune from failure. It means you fail more often.
At 45 and now 46 again, I began coming to terms with the past, putting words to what happened to me.
As I was holding my newborn daughter, in my head, I could faintly hear that oncologist from my 20s saying that I'd never be a parent. And there I was.
This act of humility reminds me that we are all on our own journey of self-discovery, especially me.
