9 years.
108 months.
3,287 days.
Today marks nine years since cancer entered my life.
But hear me clearly: it did not get the final word.
For nine years, my body has carried two diagnoses, but my spirit has carried a promise. I have lived through surgeries, uncertainty, setback after setback, and seasons where the fight was silent and deeply personal. And right now, I stand in a precarious place where there isn’t a clear path forward with treatment, where answers feel incomplete, and the road ahead is not fully defined. Yet, I stand as living evidence that what was sent to destroy me was met by the sustaining power of God.
I declare this: I am still here because God has purpose attached to my life. My breath is intentional. My survival is not accidental. My endurance is not random.
Cancer did not cancel my calling.
It did not erase my voice.
It did not disqualify my future.
These nine years have refined me, not reduced me. Strengthened my discernment. Deepened my faith. What once felt like interruption became preparation.
So today, I don’t mark an anniversary of disease; I mark nine years of divine preservation. Nine years of grace that held me when I couldn’t hold myself. Nine years of God proving that life can exist in the middle of diagnoses.
I decree that the days ahead will be marked by completion, clarity, and continued strength. What God has kept me alive for will be finished. What He has spoken over me will come to pass.
Nine years later, I am still standing.
Still called.
Still covered.
Still trusting the God who keeps me.
And that, in itself, is holy.