Losing my mom and grandmother to cancer… it’s a pain that seeps into every corner of my being. I was 27 when I had to say goodbye to my mom, and three years prior, I watched my grandmother slip away. Both of them, strong women, pillars in my life, reduced to frailty by this relentless disease.
It’s hard to put into words the anguish of witnessing someone you love deteriorate before your eyes. Cancer is a thief, stealing away not just their health but their essence, their spirit. I remember the nights spent in hospitals, the endless cycles of treatment, the hopeful whispers of “maybe this time it will work,” only to be crushed by the reality of its progression.