Six months ago, I was preparing for my baby’s arrival, filled with hope and excitement. Then, a persistent pain revealed a harsh truth: I had a rare, aggressive cancer. After my daughter Liora was born, the pain worsened, but I was too focused on her to fully face it.
Chemotherapy began immediately, and eventually, the cancer spread to my leg. I had to have it amputated to survive. Waking up without my leg was devastating, but I stayed strong for Liora.
Soon after, I discovered a hidden note about a suspicious spot on my lung. Fear gripped me, but with my family’s support and a fellow survivor’s encouragement, I faced the uncertainty.
The scan results were a relief—the spot was benign. Slowly, I relearned how to live, walk, and hold my daughter again. Life wasn’t the same, but it moved forward.
Through every challenge, Liora was my light. My story is a reminder: no matter how hard life gets, love, hope, and joy can still carry us through.
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