Even mid-chemo, I’m apparently surrounded by people who think they’re hilarious - and somehow, that’s what’s keeping me going.

Today, I let go of my hair - and in its place, a visible, temporary battle scar from cancer.

What starts as polished, calm, and seemingly put-together quickly unravels into chaos, honesty, and messy reality. From shattering bathroom disasters to fleeting glimpses of normal, I navigate cancer, parenting, and life with all its unpredictability. Some days I win. Some days my guts go rogue. And honestly? That’s enough.

I read somewhere online that when preparing your “chemo bag”, there’s one rule above all: don’t use a favourite.