My cancer journey update

Nov 28, 2025

Hi everyone,

I wanted to share an update about what the last few weeks have really been like for me. As many of you know, I’ve been undergoing treatment for endocervical adenocarcinoma, Stage IIIC. Most of my brachytherapy sessions had gone smoothly—until September 16.

That day, something went wrong. The device that’s placed during the procedure came halfway out, and because no operating rooms were available, they had to put it back in while I was awake. They gave me pain medication, but it was still the worst pain I’ve ever experienced.

Two days later, on September 18, I headed in for what was supposed to be my final brachytherapy treatment. I was sore but excited to finally be done and ring the bell. In the operating room, they placed the implant again, this time making sure it would stay in place. Then I was taken for an MRI to confirm everything was positioned correctly before the radiation seeds were inserted.

While I was in the MRI, I was electrocuted and burned on my thigh. They stopped the scan, checked everything, made adjustments—and when they tried again, it happened again. The burn unit and hospital administration had to come evaluate what happened. I can say with complete honesty that I never want another MRI or brachytherapy in my life. When the day finally ended, I thought, “Okay, I’m finally done with treatment.” But I was wrong.

That night, back at home, I was sore and exhausted—nothing unexpected. I fell asleep on the couch and woke up with a high fever. With cancer, a fever means one thing: straight to the ER. I assumed it might be another UTI, like the month before. But it was far more serious.

The brachytherapy had perforated my colon.

Everything moved quickly. They prepped me for emergency surgery. The surgeon looked me in the eyes and told me they couldn’t repair a radiated colon, and that I would need a colostomy bag. I was terrified. I was extremely sick, and I was alone. I called my mom and told her to get there immediately.

When I woke up, I opened my eyes to a miracle—no colostomy bag. Somehow, the perforation had sealed itself. But the ordeal still wasn’t over. While healing in the hospital, I developed sepsis. After nine days inpatient, I finally got to go home.

Since then, I’ve been dealing with the long-term effects of everything my body has been through. I’ve recently been diagnosed with PTSD, hypothyroidism, and complete ovarian failure — all caused by the treatments that were supposed to save my life. These are lifelong changes that I’m still learning how to navigate, physically and emotionally.

This has been the hardest chapter of my life. I’m still processing everything my body and mind have endured. But I’m here. I’m recovering. And I’m doing my best to move forward one day at a time.

Thank you for your love, your prayers, your check-ins, and your patience. Your support means more than I can ever express.

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