Walking along the seashore, it’s hard not to notice the broken shells scattered in the sand. Once whole and polished, they’ve been cracked and weathered by the waves. Yet even in their brokenness, there’s a story, one of resilience, of beauty reshaped by time and tide. And in so many ways, those shells remind me of our own human journey. Just as the ocean shapes and reshapes the shells, life shapes us, through seasons of joy and sorrow, victories and setbacks. Sometimes we feel like those shells:
One ordinary day in the shower, I discovered a lump I wasn’t expecting. What started as a moment of concern quickly became a whirlwind—tests, appointments, and finally the words I never imagined I’d hear: “Stage 4, triple negative.” The weight of that diagnosis hit me hard. It meant the cancer was aggressive, growing silently and quickly to a size that couldn’t be ignored. Fear washed over me, but alongside it came a fierce determination.
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