Today, the words I’ve been praying for finally came: “You don’t have cancer.” 🙏💛 For weeks, I held onto hope, whispered prayers in the dark, and imagined this moment, but nothing could truly prepare me for the relief and joy that washed over me when I heard them aloud.
This photo was taken almost two weeks ago, in surgical oncology, the day before Thanksgiving. At that moment, the future felt uncertain, fragile, and heavy. Over the last three months, I’ve endured two surgeries for melanoma, countless tests, scans, and bloodwork 💉💔. Every day felt like walking a tightrope between fear and faith.
By God’s grace, the doctors were able to remove everything. 🌟 The words from my oncologist — “You don’t have cancer” — were more than a sentence; they were the culmination of prayer, perseverance, and unseen miracles.I hesitated to share this news, knowing so many are still fighting, so many hearts are waiting for their own miracles. My heart is with every family, every patient, every soul who dreams of hearing these words. 💖 But today, the moment felt sacred — a reminder that faith, love, and hope are never wasted.
Just last week, I couldn’t put on my shoes without help. Today, I am dancing around with my violin, feeling the music in my hands, the rhythm in my heart, and the gratitude that fills every breath 🎻✨.
I owe endless thanks to my wife, who carried me when I couldn’t stand, who whispered courage into every tear, and whose love has been the strongest medicine of all 💛.
This is, without a doubt, the greatest Christmas gift I could ever receive. Life is good. God is good. 🌟 I step into this new season with a grateful heart, renewed faith, and unshakable hope. 🙏💖