A motorcycle, a war with cancer, and one man’s refusal to die quietly. And yes I named my bike Felicia
just another fucking poem.
What a broken body taught me about life, death, and showing up anyway.
A decadent twist on classic banana bread upgraded with almond flour, 90% dark chocolate, stevia, and infused cannabutter. It’s rich, moist, low on sugar, and very potent.
You’ll never see the bleeding, only the blaze. This is what it means to survive without showing the wreckage.
Most of my wins are quiet, this one will not be, let's save lives together.
A Poem.
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A poem about pain, survival, and the quiet war of staying real when the world wants to erase you.
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Four infusions in, no steroids, cannabis for support, and fasting for autophagy. This is how I’m managing chemo without losing myself.
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A quiet Tuesday in a pub turned into a trip through melted streets, starlit grass, and a woman who vanished as suddenly as she appeared.
