Sometimes soldiers don't enlist — they are drafted.

In 2015, I was diagnosed with cervical cancer. In a single moment, my life changed.
I was thrust into a war I never expected and was completely unprepared for.

There was no warning, no roadmap, and no choice but to fight.
I didn't know what battles lay ahead—only that surrender was not an option.

As my journey unfolded, I realized something powerful: I was not alone.

Many in my family had bravely faced this same enemy before me. Though each of our battles looked different, the mission was always the same—survival.

Along the way, I met fellow warriors during treatment who understood fear, pain, and hope in ways words could never fully explain. We became brothers and sisters, soldiering through chemo together, fighting not only for our lives, but for the future we still believed in.

With every loss, every setback, and every moment of uncertainty, my resolve grew stronger. Witnessing courage again and again changed me. It reshaped how I saw strength, faith, and purpose. And it was during this time—standing in the middle of fear and resilience— that I made a promise to myself and to every survivor still fighting.

Being drafted into this fight was not my choice —

but fighting with every ounce of my spirit was, and still is.

Cervical Cancer Survivor & Founder, Push Collection Inc.