To my mom, thank you for loving me through every hard day, every treatment, every phone call, every moment I needed someone beside me. Thank you for never making me feel like a burden and for showing up over and over again, even when this has all been exhausting.
And to all the mother figures, women, and moms who pray for me, check on me, send love to me and Mojo, and hold me up when I’m struggling… thank you. I feel it more than you know.
Happy Mother’s Day 🤍
Hello,
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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