October arrives draped in pink — a month dedicated to Breast Cancer Awareness. For many, it’s a symbol of support, unity, and hope. For me, it is all of that and more. It is a month of honor. A month of memory. A month of truth.

This October, I honored the warriors who survived their battle with this disease — including my mother, who stood face to face with something meant to break her, yet refused to bow. Survivors carry a strength that cannot be measured, and I celebrate every woman and man who is still here, still fighting, still living.

But I also acknowledge those whose fight ended on this side of life — those like my sister. Yet let me be clear: she was never a victim.

To know her was to know resilience.
To love her was to witness courage.
Her journey was not defined by loss, but by the fight she gave every single day — a fight only she fully understood. She battled with a quiet strength that still speaks, even now.

So in October, I carry both truths:

💗 The joy of survival.
💗 The pain and pride of remembrance.

I honor the ones who made it through. I honor the ones still in the ring. And I honor the ones who transitioned, not in defeat, but in dignity — their love, legacy, and laughter still alive in us.

October reminds me that breast cancer is a thief, but it is not stronger than the spirit of those it tried to steal. My sister fought. My mother fought. And in their own ways, they both won — one in survival, the other in eternal peace.

This month, I wear pink for the fighters.
I bow my head for the angels.
And I lift my voice so none of them are forgotten.

Because every story matters.
Every battle matters.
Every name matters.