This year, my gratitude feels different. It’s softer, quieter, and rooted in places I never expected. Life has taken me through chapters I didn’t ask for. especially when it comes to my breast health, but somehow, even in the uncertainty, I’ve found small pockets of strength that I’m truly thankful for.
For years, I carried pain I couldn’t explain. I kept moving, kept working, kept trying to ignore what my body was trying to tell me. Now, as I prepare for my upcoming bilateral mastectomy, I finally have clarity. I finally have answers. And for the first time in a long time, I have a plan that leads toward healing.
This season, I’m grateful for that clarity.
I’m grateful for the women who have shared their own stories with me and online, the ones who remind me that we don’t walk these paths alone.
Most of all, I’m grateful for the silent strength that has carried me to this point. The strength that shows up in the mornings when I’m tired. The strength that reminds me to hope, even after years of denial and being dismissed. The strength that says, You deserve to be pain free. Thank you Hashem.
This Thanksgiving, I’m thankful for the chance to choose my own health and the courage to walk toward it with faith.
