Hello, fellow warriors! My name is Megan, and I currently live in North Dakota, though I’m originally from Florida. I moved here in 2013 after my aunt set me up with her boyfriend’s nephew on a true blind date—we didn’t know anything about each other. To my surprise, he turned out to be the wonderful man I’m now married to! He had a 5-year-old son from a previous marriage, and once I met him, we quickly became close. We married in the Florida Keys in 2015, one of our favorite places, and welcomed our own son in 2017. Life felt like a fairy tale.

In late 2019, I decided to get a breast lift. I was 35, with minimal family history of breast cancer, so I chose not to do an MRI. But by mid-2020, my left breast began to harden, and the incisions started opening up. I was hesitant to see a doctor because of COVID fears, but after my friends urged me, I saw a plastic surgeon who immediately scheduled an MRI. The next morning, as I was about to go under anesthesia, he rushed in, saying we couldn’t proceed—he suspected inflammatory breast cancer (IBC) and arranged for immediate biopsies. On June 3, 2020, I received the news: Stage 4 IBC, HER2-positive, which had already fractured my sternum. I was devastated.

My husband and I went to Mayo Clinic for a second opinion. After a clinical study was mentioned, a doctor there gently suggested forgoing treatment to avoid dying in pain. I couldn’t accept that—I was a mom and had to fight. Returning home, I broke down with my oncologist, who encouraged me to ignore that recommendation and get through it together.

Treatment was grueling. I had four rounds of Adriamycin (the “Red Devil”) and 12 rounds of Taxol. Losing my long hair was heartbreaking—it felt like losing a part of my identity. After chemo, I had a mastectomy on my left side, where the cancer was also in the skin, followed by 33 rounds of radiation. Though I felt a small victory, my hands and feet were left with neuropathy from the treatments. I was eventually able to get my port removed, and for a while, it felt like I’d won.

Then in early 2022, I found a small lump in my right breast. A scan confirmed my fears: the cancer was back. I underwent eight rounds of chemotherapy with Carboplatin and Docetaxol, a mastectomy, and Herceptin, which I still take every three weeks. Losing my hair a second time was devastating, and the weight fluctuations from treatment affected my self-image deeply.

In April 2022, on a trip to Mexico with my husband, my port area became infected. We returned to the U.S. as fast as we could, and I spent over a week hospitalized, enduring two surgeries and a wound vac, which I had to wear for six weeks. A new port was placed on my right side, marking my third in two years.

My oncologist recommended a new chemo drug, Kadcyla. After my first infusion, I became dangerously weak, leading to a platelet count of just 10. I was hospitalized, received transfusions, and, despite another attempt with a lower dose, fainted at home, injuring myself in the fall. It happened again in 2023, causing two fractures in my right foot.

In April 2024, shortly before my birthday, I fainted again and ended up in the ER with an unmanageable migraine. A CT scan revealed a lesion in my brain, showing that the cancer had spread. I kept this news from my son to protect him. I underwent 35 minutes of continuous radiation, which thankfully shrank the tumor. But knowing that Herceptin doesn’t protect my brain is a constant worry.

Life as a survivor has changed me in profound ways. I’m deeply grateful for my faith in God, who has given me the strength to endure. This journey has taught me that I’m not invincible, but I am much stronger than I ever realized. My advice to fellow warriors: never give up. Be your own best advocate, and remember, counseling is essential as you navigate this new life.

Through this battle, I’ve discovered who my true friends are and set boundaries with people who don’t understand. I’ve also found joy in supporting young women who are just beginning their cancer journeys. Though life may look different now, I cherish the love I have for my husband, sons, and friends. And every day, I hold on to hope, knowing that with God, anything is possible.

To follow my journey, you can find me on Instagram: f_breast_cancer

Kabir's Story: Embracing Every Moment

It’s hard to believe that Kabir’s cancer journey began over seven years ago. At just four years old, he was diagnosed with PH+ (Philadelphia Chromosome Positive) Acute Lymphoblastic Leukemia (ALL), and our world was turned upside down.

What followed were years of treatments, hospital stays, and battles that no child should have to endure. The cancer returned twice—at ages six and eight—forcing us to find strength we never knew we had.

Throughout it all, Kabir showed a resilience that inspires us every day. His courage wasn’t just about enduring treatments or pushing through pain; it was about finding moments of joy and laughter, even in the darkest times.

Whether he’s trying out new recipes in the kitchen, sharing a laugh with his younger brother Ayaan, or cuddling with his dogs Hachi & Mochi, Kabir always finds a way to embrace life.

This journey has come with its share of setbacks—chronic pain, neurological challenges, and lingering health issues are part of our new reality.

Yet Kabir’s spirit reminds us to live fully and to cherish the small victories. His story is a testament to the power of resilience and the importance of finding hope, even when the odds are against you.

We share Kabir’s journey to raise awareness, unite others in the fight against pediatric cancer, and inspire anyone facing their own challenges.

Life can change in an instant, but in those moments, we can choose to find strength, adapt, and keep moving forward—just like Kabir does every day.

I survived Hodgkin lymphoma, one of the toughest challenges I have ever faced. There were dark and scary moments, but I kept going because of my family, my faith, and the support of people who refused to let me give up. l promised myself that if I got through this, I would share my story to inspire others who are facing their own battles.

I wear my Deadpool suit to represent the fight. The cancer ribbons over the eyes symbolize my remission and the battles I endured. It reminds me that even in dark times, you can still face life with strength, humor, and defiance. I wear my Spider-Man suit to celebrate the cure I received from my stem cell transplant. It represents hope, resilience, and the incredible power of science and medicine.

These suits are more than clothing. They are symbols of survival, courage, and choosing to keep fighting while celebrating every victory along the way.

They remind me and others that even when life throws the toughest challenges at you, it is possible to come out on the other side stronger and more determined than ever.

If you are facing a battle of your own, know that you are not alone. Keep fighting, keep laughing, and keep believing in your own strength because every victory, no matter how small, is worth celebrating.

I’m humbled to be able to share my journey with you. My infinite motiv has always been my family. Cancer is a diagnosis that will forever change your perspective on the importance of those bonds. My journey began in January 2023 with head and neck cancer. Chemotherapy and radiation did not work, so I opted for a drastic surgical approach. The surgery involved removing my voice box, tongue and many lymph nodes. I was left with no longer being able to speak, eat solid foods or breathe through my nose. I now communicate through text to speech and writing, my nutrition is all liquid/blended, and I have a tracheostomy to breathe. Despite these things, I am grateful. This diagnosis has made me so much more aware of the battles that others endure. I’m blessed to have a loving wife and daughter and I am thankful for so many other family members and friends for their prayers, love and support. I would be remiss to not give a special thanks to my incredible medical team. This journey can be daunting, but I am motivated to remain alive and part of this club I never wanted to join! To my fellow club members, “If you’re going through hell, keep going.” Winston Churchill.

Hi, my name is Bradley Obrien and I’m 31 years old from Northeast Pennsylvania. I was born and raised in a small town named Montrose. Currently I reside in another small town named Factoryville. When 2024 started I decide to make a life change and started taking care of my diet and hitting the gym. Unfortunately during early October of 2024 I was diagnosed with stage three Hodgkin’s lymphoma, It was such a crush that I put all this work in just to find out that I had cancer, but I didn’t let it stop me. If anything I let it motivate me more. I am currently done with my third round of chemotherapy treatments and have three more to go. I still hit the gym almost every other day or as much as I possibly can. To anybody out there fighting cancer or any other type of disease. all I have to say is do not give up. Do not let it define you. This is 20% medical and 80% physical and mental. You and I will win this fight

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Getting a cancer diagnosis made me feel utterly insignificant, lost in a universe that obviously didn't give much of a damn about me. But soon the paradox kicked in. Being that sick also put a spotlight on just how important I am to the people in my life. My infinite motive is simple. It's in all those million ways that my kid needs me. Probably, most of us get through the tougher parts of cancer treatment because of beloved faces in the cheering section. I've been in that cheering section for others as well. Few people today are left untouched by cancer, unfortunately.

With love and remembrance Infinite Motiv honors our good friend Misha, who left us in September of 2017 after an almost two year battle with colon cancer.

We were in awe of his strength and resilience in the face of adversity. He inspired us to face our own challenges with courage and grace, as less than two years after his passing our family was faced with a cancer diagnosis.

Misha’s influence, wit and unique perspectives have left an indelible mark on our lives. He gave us the gift of bringing joy and laughter to every gathering, transforming ordinary moments into unforgettable memories.

Misha’s presence will always be felt, and his legacy will live on through the lives he has touched and the countless smiles he brought to our faces. He continues to shine brightly in our hearts and is a beacon of inspiration for all who knew him.

Misha’s spirit will forever be woven in to fabric of our brand, motivating us to unite the fight against cancer and celebrate the indomitable human spirit.

Misha will live forever in our thoughts and hearts.

It’s amazing that I’m sharing this story on the date of the anniversary of my diagnosis (4/11). This experience brought a new perspective on the value of life and the importance of living your best life every day. A couple weeks prior to my breast cancer diagnosis, I shared with my husband that I knew I was going to receive some bad news but never dreamt it was so close to home. Somehow, this intuitive feeling provided a buffer for the call advising me of my diagnosis. Of course, my trepidation about the outcome was measured with the anticipation of a positive result as well as the strong support of family and friends.

Being in the medical field, cancer was not foreign to me however I never thought it’d hit so close to home when my younger brother Sonny was diagnosed with AML, especially as an “AYA” (adolescent and young adult) while on my pediatric oncology rotation. As much as it felt my world was crashing down I could not fathom the struggle he was coping with. In that moment, the infinite motiv that would carry me was my family. Family has always been an integral part of my motivation but in that moment, the bonds that bring family together were strengthened beyond anything that I could’ve imagined.