I never planned to become a warrior. Life forced it on me. In 2023, I was diagnosed with stage 3 breast cancer. One week I was contributing membet of society, a friend, a woman trying to get by… The next, I was bald, sick, swollen, terrified — fighting for my life. The photo of me in bed, That was the moment I realised cancer wanted to silence me. But it didn’t. I survived a full right mastectomy. I survived chemotherapy. I survived radiation. I survived the fear of not knowing if I would see another year. Just when I thought the nightmare was ending, 2025 hit me with pancreatic cancer. The ICU photo — tubes, wires, oxygen — That was me after losing my spleen and half my pancreas. Barely conscious, barely holding on, but still refusing to give up. And here’s the part most people never see: Behind the cancer… I was also surviving 8 years of extreme domestic violence. The bruises under my eyes. The pain in my face. The photos I took in secret — not because I wanted to remember, but because I knew one day I would need proof of what I lived through. I walked away. I stood up. And in May 2025, I will finally tell my story in court. That is survival. That is strength. That is UNDEFEATED. But no warrior fights alone. In every hospital waiting room, on every chemo day, on every surgery morning — Kimmy was there. My best friend. My heart. My safety. My person. The photos of her holding me up, sitting beside me on D-Day, rebuilding me one day at a time — They show the truth: When the world broke me, she helped put me back together. She has always been IN MY CORNER. And now, as I fight through my second cancer diagnosis, prepare for a major trial, heal from trauma, and rebuild my life for my children — I’m asking for help. Not for luxury. Not for comfort. But because survival is expensive. Because healing is exhausting. Because fighting cancer and violence at the same time is something no one should ever have to do alone. This is not the story of a victim. This is the story of a woman who refused to stay down. A woman who is bruised but not broken, scarred but still standing, exhausted but undefeated. This is my fight. This is my truth. This is my journey. And with your support, I will win.