Have You Ever

Cancer is a fight that demands everything—your strength, your resilience, your hope. It strips you down to your core, forcing you to confront your limits and redefine what it means to survive. But for me, the battle wasn’t just against the disease. It was against betrayal. When I was at my most vulnerable, undergoing treatment, my ex-husband decided to cheat on me. While I was fighting for my life, he was out there, breaking the vows that were supposed to mean something. And as if that wasn’t enough, when my cancer progressed to Stage 4, he didn’t just abandon me emotionally—he divorced me. It wasn’t just heartbreak. It was cruel. I remember the moments of loneliness, the nights spent wondering how someone could be so callous, so selfish. But then came the anger—the fiery, unapologetic rage that reminded me I was still alive, still fighting, still capable of feeling something other than despair. And let me tell you, that anger was powerful. I didn’t just hope for karma to catch up with...

  I used to believe that in moments of crisis, you could turn to family—that when life threatened to pull you under, the people closest to you would reach out and steady you. But I learned the hard way that not everyone operates on love and loyalty. Some people see vulnerability as an opportunity. Some people wear masks so convincingly that when they finally slip, the betrayal is enough to make you question everything. Let me take you back. My bio mom’s best friend was diagnosed with Stage 4 lung cancer. She was dying, and she needed help. So, my mother—her best friend —opened her home, inviting her in along with her husband and two daughters. On the surface, it looked like kindness. Like an act of compassion. But beneath it? There was something sinister brewing. Because while her best friend fought for her life, my mother slept with her husband. Not only that—she got pregnant. And instead of facing the consequences of what she had done, they made a decision so heartless, so vile, ...