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I never met her, but her story reached me when I needed it most. In a ward full of silence and exhaustion, she reminded me what courage really looks like - the kind that keeps showing up, even when life doesn’t play fair.

Midnight brought bonfires across the city, smoke rising into gold. But under the hospital’s cold lights, I could only feel the weight of stillness — and the fear that my fire might be next to fade.

There are days I have no memory of. Conversations, visitors, whole pieces of my life lost to the haze.

You try to hold on to whatever control you can, but cancer has a talent for taking it piece by piece. By the time the commode rolled in, the illusion was long gone.

From the outside, it looked like depression. Inside, it was anger and exhaustion stitched together by fear. I didn’t want advice or optimism - I just wanted out. But every day the answer stayed the same: not today.

Life didn’t become worse or better - it just went on. Days blurred together, counted in blood results and obs checks, with little to separate one from the next.