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Nine years ago, in December 2015, I was given just six months to live. Yet here I am, living proof that God is Good, and how resilience and determination can triumph over adversity. I’m in remission and have become an overcomer, inspiring others to rise above loss, illness, and misdiagnoses.

In 2018, I published my book, "Why Me? My Fight for Life from Heartbreak to Hope," where I candidly shared my battles with myeloma, amyloidosis, and loss, whilst championing my faith.

I never anticipated facing another challenge in my health journey, but the unexpected appeared in 2020. Just when I thought things couldn't get any more difficult—navigating lockdown and shielding—I discovered a lump during a self-exam in October. It turned out to be my greatest challenge: a grade 3, rapidly growing breast cancer. I had the lump removed in December 2020, followed by chemotherapy and radiotherapy in 2021, all during lockdown.

The myeloma relapsed in August 2021 and another bout of 9 months of chemotherapy commenced.

But through it all, I've emerged stronger and more determined than ever to make a difference,#cancer by God’s Grace.

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Excerpt from - Why Me? My Fight for Life from Heartbreak to Hope.

Chapter 7
No time to waste

Claude was outside with Leroy, screaming at the top of her voice; the shrill of her screams had never left me. I had driven my white Toyota Camry and to this day I am not sure who parked my car; but as we held each other and walked towards the ward, all she kept saying in between her cries was, “She’s gone, Shaz, she’s gone.”
I arrived at the ward to more screams and bawling. My siblings had already arrived and my eight-year-old niece Kira was lying on her grandmother, blowing into her mouth and screaming, “Grandma, have some of my breath, I’ve got more than enough for both of us.” As if her death wasn’t enough, seeing my little niece crying like this broke our hearts. Mother was cold, stiff.
“Why had I not taken her to the hospital today?” I was mortified and riddled with guilt, and this guilt remained with me for many years.
Now here I was in Dr Peters’ office being offered the same drug that had killed my mother all those years before.
She went on to explain that my admission now required great urgency, in fact within days. She expounded that, although the haematology department usually administers chemotherapy, my admittance needed to occur under the care and protection of the cardiology department, where a heart machine would be constantly attached to me, enabling my heart to undergo 24/7 monitoring.
Dr Peters spoke in very low tones. Sophia and I both looked at each other as she squeezed my hand reassuringly. I was relieved she was with me. Overwhelmed, tears flooded my eyes, as she offered more and more information and reality began to set in.

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