Today is my mom’s 53rd birthday… and tomorrow she goes into surgery for breast cancer. And my birthday is Sunday. And honestly? This is a whole fucked up mix of emotions I don’t even know how to process. How am I supposed to celebrate when my mom is sitting here in pain… scared… facing all these what-ifs? How do I smile and act like everything’s okay when it’s not? I’m angry. I’m scared. I’m overwhelmed as hell. I’m scared of losing my mom. I said it. Cancer is a word that hits different when it’s YOUR person. And ever since March, it’s been one emotional storm after another… and today it’s hitting me hard. What hurts even more? I lost time with her before because of family struggles. Time I can never get back. And now that we’re finally finding our way back to each other… it feels like life is trying to rip her away before we even get the chance to fully heal and be close again. That shit hurts. Deep. Yeah, I’m going off grid for a couple days… trying to breathe, trying to reset… but let’s be real—my anxiety is through the roof, my depression is loud, and my heart feels like it’s getting pulled in a million directions. So I’m asking… no pride, no filter— Pray for my mom. Michelle. Pray for her strength. Pray for her peace. Pray for healing. Pray she comes out of this surgery safe and still here with me. Because I’m not ready to lose her. Not now. Not like this. 🖤 Spartan Kai