09/06/2026
Four years ago, I heard the words no one ever expects to hear: “You have a brain tumor”
Looking back, I wish I could sit beside that version of myself, the one carrying so much fear and uncertainty, and tell her just how faithfully the Lord would carry her through it all.
These four years have taught me more than I could ever fit into one caption. I’ve learned that healing isn’t always linear, strength doesn’t always look strong, and life is far too precious to rush through. I’ve learned to hold my family closer, treasure the ordinary days, listen to my body, and loosen my grip on the things I was never meant to control.
Most of all, I’ve learned what it truly means to trust God—not only when the outcome is clear, but in the waiting, the unknown, and the moments when fear tries to take over.
I would never have chosen this chapter, but I can see how the Lord has used every part of it to grow me, refine me, and draw me closer to Him. Cancer is part of my story, but it does not define my story. God’s faithfulness does.
Four years later, I’m still learning, still healing, and still becoming and I’m more grateful for this life than I could ever put into words.
“Surely goodness and mercy shall follow me all the days of my life.” Psalm 23:6