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At 38, I found my true purpose—and it hit me like lightning.
I was diagnosed with a terminal illness and given mere months to live.
It wasn’t the first time doctors delivered life-altering news, but this one took longer to digest.
Still, just like before, those words didn’t defeat me.
They became a challenge.
And strangely enough… a blessing.
That’s when the real work began.
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