It felt like everything was happening at once—our dad was diagnosed with stomach cancer just before Hanukkah, and I was pregnant, filled with the joy and anticipation of a new baby. It’s a lot to process when you’re expecting happiness, but instead, cancer takes center stage. At the time, I never imagined I’d be facing the same challenge. But there we were—two cancer patients in the same family, just trying to get through each day. Our dad became my cancer buddy. We’d walk into the treatment center together, and people would often look at us and ask, “Do you really have cancer?” because we were laughing and joking our way through it. It might sound strange, but that bond became something unexplainable—a kind of dark humor and strength that helped us cope. We shared so much, and I miss him more than words can express. As I look back on my cancer journey, I want to share it with you, piece by piece. It all started with the biopsy, and from there, I’ll walk you through each moment, just as it happened. It's worth mentioning that My dad didn’t lose a single hair from chemo—meanwhile, I was out here rocking the bald look like it was my job. Honestly I rocked that👩🏻🦲So, here we go—my journey, step by step.💖 _
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