My cancer story didn’t start in a hospital— it started in the quiet years of being sick, dismissed by my doctor, and told I was just stressed and had diabetes. This chapter shares what happened before we knew what we were really fighting while my body was waving red flags everywhere.

Thanksgiving came and went in a blur of full plates, loud laughter, and a whole lot of gratitude. This year wasn’t about perfection—it was about presence. About food made with love, bodies that showed up even when they were tired, and hearts that knew just how far we’ve come. From the kitchen chaos to the quiet moments in between, this Thanksgiving reminded me that survival tastes a lot like comfort… and leftovers are proof you did something right. 🦃💛