It's over. This shitty process that started about a year ago, it's over. Today is my last day of radiotherapy. Today, I hugged myself and cried for hours. While cleaning the house, I saw my old photos and started crying instantly. I haven't cried this much in a long time. After 3 surgeries, 8 chemotherapies, and 25 radiotherapies, I'm done. Unfortunately, I'll be alone on my last day. I wish someone would be with me, but nobody wanted to accompany me. I'll get myself a cake and celebrate my new birthday. It's over, but looking at what they took from me, I realize how much I've lost. My right to become a mother, my right to breastfeed a baby, my breasts, my bodily integrity, my femininity, my hormones, my hair, and most importantly, my dreams. I'm sure getting a cancer diagnosis is very hard for everyone, but facing your own death at the age of 27 is much harder. Today is a difficult day, it's time to mourn what I've lost. It's time to accept the fear that will be with me for a lifetime. I did everything that needed to be done. I seek refuge in God's mercy. There is a saying in my country, "Prayers made by one patient for another patient are accepted." Please pray for me.