This post isn’t just about a diagnosis. It’s about the quiet strength it takes to move through recovery one step at a time, the gut-punch of learning life-altering news from a screen, and the power of love and support in the darkest hours. This is what it looked like, from the inside.

So, what the hell happened? How did I go from being a healthy 34 year old to having stage 4 colon cancer in a matter of weeks? Well, obviously it had been developing longer than that, but let’s rewind the clock….