Patricia, reading this feels like standing next to someone whose hands are shaking but still steady enough to write. You’re in a storm that no one should have to face: stage IV, a job that drains you, the fear of losing even the thin safety you have. The anger makes sense; it’s your body refusing to be silent while everything presses in.

The gratitude you name at the end isn’t small, it’s proof you’re still alive in the middle of all this. Hold onto that. It’s not a list, it’s a lifeline.