Quick followup to yesterday's post

I’m cancer-free.

I’ve been slowly reading through messages and appreciating the care and responses to my latest essay, in which I shared that I had a breast cancer diagnosis.

The piece focuses on the messy experience of uncertainty around the diagnosis itself, and it occurred to me after receiving replies that I didn’t make it clear enough where things stand now — which feels strange to admit because I’m still figuring out how to talk about it openly at all.

The important detail: the cancer has been treated, and I’ll be okay. In the present, I’m cancer-free.

It’s all still very fresh and raw, but I’ve been eager to get back into making. Writing this essay and releasing it are helping me emerge from a narrow, medical-focused world back into this one, one that is in many ways crazier, more uncertain and yet familiar.

Which, somehow, feels like an upgrade.

Thank you for your kindness.