The Road to Recovery (After Cancer)

Life After Cancer #01

I've decided to share my story because I feel that, perhaps, somewhere out there, someone needs to read or hear these words. It's a way to release everything I've experienced, to express myself freely, without the limitations that social media sometimes imposes.

I hope that, when they open this journal, someone will find in my words a reflection, a companion, or perhaps a guide. If my experience can serve as support or inspiration to someone going through a similar process, or to someone accompanying a loved one in their own battle, then this space will have fulfilled its purpose. We are all on a personal journey, and sharing it is, at the same time, a way to heal and connect with others.

Sometimes life becomes so monotonous that we forget what it truly means to be alive.

We get caught up in routine, appearances, and false friendships. Suddenly, everything changes, and what seemed immovable falters, dragging us back to those extremely difficult moments, revealing who we really are, and who is truly by our side.

In my case, my new journey toward resilience began in August 2024. It all started with an inexplicable dizziness, a feeling of disconnection from my own body. After multiple tests, I received the diagnosis that changed everything in an instant: cancer.

Hearing this word can make even the strongest person tremble. In my case, it brought a smile to my face, and not one of mockery or indifference! A smile reminded me that, after so many battles in my life, after everything seemed to have stabilized, it changed in a second, and a new mountain rose before me.

I remember the feeling of being in shock, of not understanding the magnitude of what was coming.

I left the hospital. It was late September, and autumn was approaching. I had this view as I left the hospital, with a church in the background, a somewhat bizarre scene, since I hadn't attended one (as a parishioner) for a long time.

As I walked through the streets, I saw people laughing, walking quickly, couples in love, people who seemed sad and alone, and somehow I found myself in a dimension where I was a spectator, watching life pass before me.

I watched these people live their lives, while I felt like mine had stopped. It was like being in limbo, a strange feeling of being physically present, but with my mind on another plane. That feeling was the first thing that marked my awareness of what was to come.

The Church