Mojo and the Mess

Today isn’t about pink ribbons and slogans.

It’s about the ones who never got to ring the bell. The ones still showing up for appointments, still living between scans, still fighting for every ounce of normalcy.

It’s Metastatic Breast Cancer Awareness Day — the kind of day that doesn’t get the parade of pink or the photo ops, but it’s the one that needs it most. Because for people like me, “awareness” isn’t a month. It’s every single day. It’s waking up to medication alarms, balancing side effects with survival, and trying to find yourself somewhere between patient and person.

When people think of breast cancer, they think of survivors. They think of after.

But there’s a group of us living in the middle.

Not in remission. Not cured. Not “done.”

Just here — navigating life with something that’s always there in the background.

And even in that reality, there’s still love. Still laughter. Still days that are good. Still people who make it worth staying for.

Metastatic breast cancer isn’t pink; it’s every shade of messy — grey, bruised, scarred, and somehow still shining.

It’s doctor’s offices and hope.

It’s fatigue and resilience.

It’s heartbreak and gratitude tangled together.

I wish I could tell you it gets easier.

It doesn’t.

But I can tell you that even here — in the middle of the mess — there’s meaning.

There’s strength in being seen.

And there’s a whole community of us who deserve to be more than a statistic, more than a pink month, more than a footnote.

So today, remember us — the ones still fighting, still hoping, still living.

And if you love someone with metastatic breast cancer: say their name, learn what MBC means, and show up even when it’s uncomfortable. Awareness starts with seeing us for exactly where we are.

🐾 Mojo’s POV:

Mom says today is about the ones still fighting.

She says we’re not “done,” but we’re still here — and I think that’s brave.

I don’t know much about cancer, but I know how to sit close when she’s tired and how to make her laugh when the day gets heavy.

So if love counts as awareness, we’re doing our part.

💗 For Those Reading:

If you’ve lost someone to metastatic breast cancer — or if you’re living with it — you’re not alone.

You are seen. You are remembered. You matter.

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