It is unbearably hard to write this. In January 2024 I found a lump in my breast. I struggled with coming to terms that it wasn’t a cyst or a swollen lymph node. I talked myself out of all the scary possibilities and tried to stay positive. It took a while to get in to get the right tests, but after mammograms, ultrasounds and biopsies I have been diagnosed with breast cancer. I’m only 30 years old. This is extremely hard on myself and my family. The books that used to bring me comfort, the ones I used to love writing; are difficult for me to even think about. I love the soft, quiet side of the age regression community and the connection my characters have including with breastfeeding. But this is not coming easy to me at the moment. I met with my oncologist today to see how he wants to proceed. I’m told by my family doctor that they will be aggressive with my treatment since I’m so young. My oncologist has ordered a laundry list of tests to be done before I start chemo. I just need some patience. Right now, when I sit down and try to write I end up staring off into space and my mind wanders to scary places. I’m trying to stay busy with work and my family and wait for the next steps. I don’t want to abandon my books, but I need to figure some things out first. Thank you all for your understanding at this time.