Quick Update: Enhertu Is No Joke

Lately things have been a little rough over here.

The Enhertu fatigue has been hitting hard. The kind where even small things feel big. On top of that I’ve been dealing with migraines and waves of nausea, which seem to come and go depending on the day. Some days are manageable, some days are more of a “survive it and get through” situation.

Cancer treatment is weird like that. You start to learn how to live in between the side effects.

I’m still here though. Still writing. Still trying to find the little normal moments where I can.

One really exciting thing in the middle of all this is that Mojo & The Mess merch is officially live. That project means a lot to me because it’s a way to turn this messy journey into something that gives back and builds community.

Each month we’re also choosing someone battling cancer to receive a portion of the proceeds.

For March, we chose Taylor Carpenter, a local young mom who just started her own cancer fight. She is kind, strong, and has an incredible support system around her.

If you’ve already shared the blog, ordered merch, sent prayers, or just quietly read along — thank you. Truly. It means more than you probably realize.

Some days I’m running on fumes, but knowing people are here reading and supporting Mojo & The Mess helps more than you know.

Stay messy.

— Izzy & Mojo

Merch is linked below if you want to check it out.

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    You are incredible! 🩷I love you!

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I’m Izzy

Welcome to mojo and the mess, This isn’t the blog I ever expected to write — but it’s the one I needed.

I’m Izzy, a twenty-something living (and dying) with terminal cancer, navigating the messy, heartbreaking, unexpectedly beautiful in-between. Here, you’ll find raw reflections, real talk, dog snuggles (shoutout to Mojo), and the unfiltered truth about what it’s like to face the end of your life before it really got going.

This space is for the ones who’ve felt forgotten, the ones who don’t know what to say, and the ones who are still holding on. It’s not always pretty, but it’s always honest.

Thanks for being here. You’re part of the mess now — and I mean that in the best way.

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