A story that tells me this story, at this moment when my papel comes to me as many times, it's long and hard to eat. It doesn't appear to me that something is 'common', and there is an image that you can see before it shows a picture of what you want to see.

This surgery… it is not just a procedure.

It is a chance.

A chance to breathe better.
A chance to feel lighter.
A chance to live without pain controlling every moment.

Maybe even… a chance to feel normal again.

I am scared. I won’t lie.

The idea of going into that room, of closing my eyes and not knowing what will happen—it makes my heart beat fast. What if something goes wrong? What if I don’t wake up the same?

But then I think about everything I have already survived.

And I realize…
I am stronger than my fear.

Tonight, I will sit with my mom. We won’t talk much. We don’t need to. Our silence understands everything. She will hold my hand like she always does, and I will feel safe, even if just for a moment.

Tomorrow, I will walk into that room not as a victim, but as a fighter.

Not because I am not afraid,
but because I choose hope anyway.

If you are reading this, I have only one thing to ask:

Please wish me luck.
Not just for the surgery…
but for the life waiting for me on the other side.

Because I am ready.

Ready to heal.
Ready to smile again.
Ready to live.

🙏✨