I AM CANCER FREE

The morning my oncologist said the words “No Evidence of Disease”, something inside me stilled—like the universe finally exhaled after holding its breath for 2½ years. NED. Three letters that felt like a sunrise breaking open after an endless night.

This battle wasn’t just medical; it was a long, treacherous clash with the very edge of existence. For more than two years, I went blow-for-blow with death itself, always searching for the beauty in the darkness—and somehow, always finding it. Not because the path was gentle… but because I refused to stop walking it.

Through every hour, every wound, every moment when my life drifted toward something metaphysical and celestial, my friends stood beside me. From the bottom of my heart, the depths of my soul, to the core of my existence—thank you. Your support formed a shield around me. Your love gave me strength I did not know a human body could hold.

Inside the hospital walls, the people fighting beside me saw something in my spirit that I couldn’t always see myself. The doctors, nurses, and medical staff began calling me “The Wolverine,” “The Loma Linda Miracle,” and “The Viking.”

To them, these weren’t just names—they were symbols of strength, perseverance, and a will that refused to break, no matter how brutal the battle became.

What happened here… it feels nothing short of a miracle.

I am alive because of you.
Together, we were a force. ️️