I can’t believe it’s already been two years but at the same time, only two years since my last chemo. It’s strange how the version of me before my diagnosis once felt foreign, and now it’s the version from active treatments that are starting to blur. I am still very much in the thick of navigating survivorship and still go through strong waves of deep sadness, grief, and fear. But I am so freaking proud of myself for always getting back up—because sometimes I really feel like I can’t anymore. Here’s to more healing this year and taking care of myself, in whatever way or new versions that means. . breastcancersupport survivorship chemohairgrowth lifeaftercancer ltkhealth LTKstorytime LTKdayinmylife LTKselfcare