On January 16, 2023, I received a diagnosis that changed everything: Stage IV non-small cell lung cancer. What began as a relentless migraine led to a discovery that shook my world. But there was a sliver of hope—I had a specific mutation that made me a candidate for targeted therapy.
For over a year, that therapy gave me time. In March 2024, a routine scan showed a bit of progression, and I underwent 10 radiation sessions on my main lung tumor. I kept going.
In January 2025, I started working with a personal trainer—trying to stay strong, stay present. But pain in my back followed. Then a new headache. Then tests. The cancer had spread to my spinal fluid and attached to my nerve endings. A new, harder chapter began.
I recently had the conversation no one wants to have with their oncologist—the one about dwindling options. But my mindset hasn't changed. I will continue to fight with every ounce of strength I have, for my boys, for my husband, for the life we’ve built together.
Through it all, my family has shown up. My husband is my rock. My kids are my light. My mom and my sisters have ensured that no appointment has been faced alone. Every question has been asked. Every option explored. And my friends—thank you. For the meals, the messages, the check-ins that have carried me through more than you know.
This journey is hard. But I’m still here. Still fighting. Still loving. Still holding onto hope.
For those who want to continue walking this path with me, I’ve been sharing more of my thoughts, updates, and moments of reflection on my blog. Living with Stage IV lung cancer
For over a year, that therapy gave me time. In March 2024, a routine scan showed a bit of progression, and I underwent 10 radiation sessions on my main lung tumor. I kept going.
In January 2025, I started working with a personal trainer—trying to stay strong, stay present. But pain in my back followed. Then a new headache. Then tests. The cancer had spread to my spinal fluid and attached to my nerve endings. A new, harder chapter began.
I recently had the conversation no one wants to have with their oncologist—the one about dwindling options. But my mindset hasn't changed. I will continue to fight with every ounce of strength I have, for my boys, for my husband, for the life we’ve built together.
Through it all, my family has shown up. My husband is my rock. My kids are my light. My mom and my sisters have ensured that no appointment has been faced alone. Every question has been asked. Every option explored. And my friends—thank you. For the meals, the messages, the check-ins that have carried me through more than you know.
This journey is hard. But I’m still here. Still fighting. Still loving. Still holding onto hope.
For those who want to continue walking this path with me, I’ve been sharing more of my thoughts, updates, and moments of reflection on my blog. Living with Stage IV lung cancer
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