The story of my family's battle with cancer was at one time a heavy burden I carried. My mother, grandmother, and aunt all fell victim to this dreadful disease called cancer. Breast and ovarian cancer to be exact and they leave behind a legacy of uncertainty. According to science, I am at a higher risk of facing the same fate. The numbers don't lie, painting a grim picture of my future. Yet, I refuse to let statistics define my destiny. Instead, I cling to hope and faith, believing in something greater than the odds stacked against me. I find comfort in the words of Jeremiah 29:11, trusting in God's plan for my life and holding onto the promise of a brighter tomorrow.

I turn to God as my source of healing and strength. I know that true healing can only come from Him.