Still in the Fight, Still in the Faith
A tender update from the middle of the journey.
Insights for Empowerment
There is a certain kind of quiet that fills the air when you are waiting for news.
It is the kind of quiet that hums underneath your everyday life.
The kind that makes even the simplest tasks feel a little heavier.
A kind of holding-your-breath that you do not even realize you are doing until someone tells you it is okay to exhale.
That is the space I have been living in these past few weeks.
Waiting for the next step.
Preparing for another procedure.
Holding steady between hope and reality.
Just a couple of days ago, I walked into the hospital room again.
Same halls.
Same familiar smells.
Same reminder that the battle is not always over just because the surgery is done or the scars are closed.
Truthfully, the scars are still healing.
It has not even been a full year yet.
And some days, the healing feels more fragile than finished.
Some days, it still aches — not just in my body, but in places no doctor can reach.
And yet — something felt different this time.
There was a steadiness under my feet that I did not have before.
Not because I wasn’t nervous. I was.
Not because I had all the answers. I didn’t.
But because somewhere along this journey, my faith had learned how to breathe inside the unknown.
The procedure went smoothly.
The waiting afterward felt long.
But then the news came.
Good news. Encouraging news.
News that allowed me to unclench the parts of me that had been bracing for another storm.
I am grateful.
Deeply, overwhelmingly grateful.
But I am also honest enough to say — I am still healing.
Still walking through treatment.
Still adjusting to the hormone pills that sometimes wage a war nobody else can see.
Still learning how to offer grace to the parts of me that get tired.
This road does not wrap up neatly with a bow.
Healing is not a straight line.
It bends. It stutters. It circles back sometimes.
But every step — even the slow ones — is part of the victory.
And even as I celebrate this breath of good news, my heart remains wide open for those still waiting.
Still walking.
Still hoping in the quiet.
If that is you today — please hear me.
You are not forgotten.
You are not invisible.
Your courage is not measured by how fast you heal.
It is measured by the fact that you are still here. Still breathing. Still believing.
Even in the waiting, your story is still being written in ways more beautiful than you know.
To every heart still fighting a quiet battle — your courage is not invisible.
Encouraging Nuggets
🌸 A good report does not erase the weight of the journey — it honors the strength it took to walk it.
🌸 Waiting seasons are not empty seasons. They are filled with unseen victories.
🌸 Courage often looks like breathing when you want to run.
🌸 Healing is not measured by speed. It is measured by the faith to keep going.
🌸 Even the quiet days, the tearful days, the waiting days are part of your victory story.
If you are still healing too, know this — your pace is holy.
Your presence is enough.
And every quiet, unseen step you take is a victory.
With love and strength,
Deb Davis
Empowering and encouraging others, one story at a time.