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Welcome to My Journey: Finding Strength Through Sharing


Hey there, and welcome to My World My Life, my little corner of the internet. After what felt like an endless process, I’ve finally moved all my old blog posts from their outdated home to this fresh new space. It wasn’t easy, balancing this with treatment, work, and family life, but with a little help from my family, I made sure every post made it over intact. No missing entries, no broken links (because let’s be honest, that totally would have happened).

Now that everything is in place, I couldn’t be more excited for what’s ahead. This blog isn’t just about sharing my journey; it’s about creating a space where we can connect, support one another, and navigate life’s unexpected twists together.

One of those twists came in the form of breast cancer. One moment, I was going about my usual routine, and the next, I was sitting in a doctor’s office, hearing words that didn’t feel real. In an instant, my world flipped upside down. My days became a whirlwind of appointments, treatments, and exhaustion that went far beyond the physical. But the hardest part was the emotional toll; the anxiety, the uncertainty, the overwhelming sense of loss. I missed the old me, the one who felt in control, the one who had it all together.

For a long time, I kept it all bottled up, thinking that was what it meant to be strong. But I’ve learned the hard way that pretending to be okay is exhausting. And lonely. Little by little, I started opening up; first in casual conversations with friends, then through social media, and finally in support groups where I met people who truly understood. That changed everything. Every word I shared brought someone else’s story to light. And in those connections, I found a strength I never knew I had.

Now, I realize that hope and strength aren’t about ignoring the hard times; they’re about facing them while still finding joy in the little moments. A good hair day. Cooking dinner for my family. Laughing at a silly sitcom. These small moments matter more than ever.

Beyond sharing my journey, I want this space to be a source of support. Throughout my treatment and recovery, I discovered books, courses, products, and passed-on tips from fellow survivors that made the process a little easier. By sharing them here, I hope to pay it forward to whoever needs them next.

Food also played a huge role in my healing, so I’ll be sharing some of my favourite pescatarian recipes. What started as a necessity, chemo made meat and chicken unbearable, has become a lifestyle I’ve fully embraced.

This blog is about the real, the raw, and the hopeful moments of life with breast cancer. If you’re here because you’re on a similar journey, I want you to know: You are not alone. Let’s share our stories and find strength in our collective resilience.

💬 If there’s anything you’d like me to cover or any questions you have, please let me know as I want this space to be as helpful and supportive as possible.

Thank you for stepping into My World My Life. Together, let’s find courage in our stories and resilience in our shared journeys.

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  1. I love this. So well written, emotive, raw and from the heart. I’m looking forward to the recipes!

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