Microscopes and Mirrors

This round wasn’t just about surviving—it was about seeing myself, my people, and my pain more clearly than ever.

I’m in the final week of round two, so I’ve officially hit the halfway point of this treatment plan.

It’s a strange place to be half done, but nowhere near finished. There’s no ribbon, no triumphant horn section. Just another drip bag, another round of nausea, and a body that’s trying to remember what normal even means.

This cycle’s been rough. Nausea has…