This is my family. My husband, our three kids, and me. I'm 46 years old. I have stage 4 breast cancer. In December 2023, I had my first scan and was told I had stage 1 breast cancer. Then I got a second opinion. In January 2024, I learned it was actually stage 4. Terminal. Five years to live. My youngest had just turned one. Not exactly how I expected life to go. It's been almost three years since that conversation. A lot has happened since then. A lot of treatments. A lot of scans. A lot of things I never thought I'd have to learn about. My husband has spent countless hours researching cancer, treatments, clinical trials, and anything else that might help me. He's done more for me than I could ever fit into one post. We've both spent a lot of time trying to figure out how to keep me alive. And now, after almost three years of treatment, my cancer is progressing. We're looking for what's next. Right now, I'm trying to get access to a treatment called ANKTIVA. I'm hoping ANKTIVA will be my next miracle. Because five years was never going to be enough for me. And somehow, in between all of that, we're still raising three kids. We homeschool. There's laundry, dinner, kids' activities, and a house that never stays clean. We plan vacations. We talk about the future. We try to keep life as normal as possible. All while trying to figure out how to make sure I'm here for it. I've thought about sharing our story for a while. The treatments. The research. The things we've learned. What's worked. What hasn't. And what it's actually like to be told you have five years to live when you have three kids you want to watch grow up. So here I am.