✨ The Day I Held My Head High ✨

In early 2009, life took an unexpected turn when I was diagnosed with cancer. 

All my dreams felt shattered, and the road ahead looked uncertain. The treatments were grueling—two long years of medicines, weight gain, losing my skin complexion and once long and beautiful hair, and endless psychological battles. Each day was a test of strength.

But when I looked at my little daughter’s innocent face and felt the responsibility of my family, I knew I had no choice but to fight. 

Accepting reality and moving forward with courage became my mantra. At times, I even told myself, “If I survive till today, that’s still a gift from God.”

When recovery finally began, the last six months became about rebuilding—not just health, but routine and purpose. I wanted to return to work, not just for earnings, but for fulfillment and to feel alive again. I practiced reading, writing, and even prepared interview questions by myself.

Then came my first interview call after recovery— a government project with IAS and IRS officers on the panel. I still remember walking into that room: wearing a red cotton saree, with my short crafted hair, flat heels, certificates in one hand, handbag on the other shoulder, and my head held high. 

Though nervous, I answered with honesty and confidence. My career break had a genuine reason. The panel appreciated my spirit, even laughing warmly when I said, “I was relieved from my earlier job and re-lived again for this new assignment in your company.”

A week later, I held the offer letter in my hand, with a big smile on my face. 

I walked out not just with a job, but with a new life. .

Friends, it's not only about cancer, it means any challenge in life, what reminds is courage to accept the fact, building confidence for future and move forward with new life.

--Devi BS