Then Leo showed up at my door with a corsage, a shaved head, and a quiet kind of strength that made me feel less alone. His support gave me the courage to step out instead of hiding from the world.
When we walked into the gym, I expected awkward looks and pity. Instead, I felt people standing with me, not staring at me. In that moment, fear started to lose its power, and hope slowly found its way back.
Treatment was still hard, with painful days and moments of doubt, but I no longer felt like I was carrying everything by myself. Leo, my family, and the people around me taught me that survival is not only about medicine—it is also about love, courage, and connection.
