•  “Hair – loss and hope”

    HAIR COMES IN MANY COLOURS, LENGTHS, AND STYLES. REGARDLESS OF HOW WE WEAR IT, HAIR IS PART OF OUR IDENTITY—AT LEAST, FOR MOST OF US. IT FRAMES OUR FACE, REFLECTS OUR PERSONALITY, AND CAN EVEN DEFINE OUR FEMININITY. BUT HAIR IS ALSO ONE OF THE FIRST THINGS YOU LOSE TO CHEMOTHERAPY. IN FEBRUARY 2023, IT WAS MY TURN. SLOWLY BUT SURELY, I SURRENDERED MY LOCKS. BUT NOT EVERYTHING WAS SADNESS—THERE WAS PLENTY OF ROOM FOR HUMOUR. LOSING MY HAIR WAS CERTAINLY A TRANSFORMATION JOURNEY THAT I’D GLADLY SHARE WITH YOU. BECAUSE THERE’S REALLY A LOT YOU CAN DO TO GET THROUGH IT WELL.

    An ode to my mane

    I was born with thick, black hair. My mother was even a bit startled when she first saw me (she said). One of my earliest memories is of twirling a lock around my finger while drinking from my bottle as a toddler. I loved it! And to this day, I still twirl a strand of hair around my finger when I’m deep in thought.

    My mane—thick, full, black with brown highlights—made me feel beautiful. It was part of who I was.

    “You’re gonna lose your hair” -she said…

    It’s February 2023. I was sitting with the oncology nurse when she said, “You’ll probably lose your hair. This chemo causes hair loss.”

    Honestly? After the shock of my diagnosis and the long list of gruelling side effects (early menopause, anyone?), hair loss didn’t feel like the biggest blow. And the nurse reassured me—there was plenty I could do about it. She was right.

    Still, it would be a mistake to underestimate the impact. I felt it, especially in the long run and at certain moments. Like the time I was in the shower and I suddenly held a whole thick strand in my hand. I won’t lie—I was shocked for a moment. Or when I caught a glimpse of a lady in the hallway mirror: a woman with a few sad, grey strands tied into a pathetic little ponytail. A second later, I realised—that woman was me. I felt the tears streaming down my face.

    But in the end, losing my hair was easier to accept than I had expected. I approached it with a mix of nostalgia and curiosity, seeing it as a chance to try new styles. And surely, this loss wasn’t as absolute or irreversible as some others one might endure in life. But it was still something I had to go through. A couple of things helped me through that process:

    The kindest hairdreser

    A good hairdresser is priceless. I had the best. Anja was my rock.

    As soon as I knew I’d lose my hair, I decided to go out in style. First, I went to Anja to celebrate my long hair: a wash, blow-dry, and styling session. A week later, I cut it to shoulder length. The week after that, even shorter—a bob. And then shorter still. When my hair was almost gone, Anja always had a solution. She was endlessly patient, doing everything she could to make me feel beautiful and safe.

    Cold-cap

    Nowadays, there’s the cold cap—a cooling helmet that lowers your scalp temperature to help protect your hair follicles from chemo. But it doesn’t work for everyone, and some people find it too uncomfortable.

    It works best for those with fine hair. I had thick hair, so I still lost a lot, just at a slower pace. Still, I thought it was worth trying. And if it doesn’t work, you can always stop.

    Wigs, headbands and hats

    Wigs and hairpieces are expensive. A wig can easily cost over €800. While part of it is covered by health insurance (€482.50 in 2025), you still have to pay quite a bit yourself. Fortunately, there are other options, like donation wigs for those on a budget. You can also get headbands made from your own hair, hats, scarves, or affordable hairpieces from your local hairdresser—so many possibilities!

    But where do you start? How do you choose? Everyone says, “Pick what suits you.” But it’s not that simple. Because how do you know what suits you until you experience it—until you’ve actually lost your hair and are wearing a wig, a hat, or just your bare scalp?

    I chose a wig, mainly for work. The idea of showing up bald or in a hat felt like a no-go. But at the time, I had no idea how I’d feel about it—I’d never been bald before. In the end, I only wore my wig at work. Even though it was beautiful and fit well, it still felt unnatural, and people could tell. Most of the time, I just walked around with my grey strands in a tiny ponytail. I also discovered that the cheaper hairpieces from my hairdresser suited me better than a fancy wig.

    Throughout this process, it does help to have someone who’s been through it before. At Cancer Connect, we have a huge database of options and, more importantly, our own experiences. We’re here as a sounding board for women going through this now.

    Humor en hoop

    Here’s the surprising part: Losing my hair gave me, unexpectedly, plenty of opportunities to laugh. And I say that as someone who cringes at people who laugh everything off—so that wasn’t it.

    I just developed a healthy dose of self-mockery and found ways to shock people a little—brilliant! Like the time I lifted my wig at a Disney ticket counter while asking about wait times—I got a fast pass immediately. Or when I put on a bright blue wig and greeted my kids with a straight face when they came home from school. Or when I plopped my wig onto my bald brother-in-law’s head—hilarious! We laughed so much.

    And then, there’s hope: Your hair comes back. In the meantime, there are countless options, and you can even find ways to have fun with it. But most importantly, it’s not forever.

    Almost everyone gets their hair back with ‘chemo curls.’ Ever heard of them? What happens next? I’ll tell you in my next blog.


    Do you relate to this experience?

    Are you at the start of this journey and unsure what you want or what’s available? How do you feel about it? Share your experience with us—together, we are stronger. And of course, you can always contact  me directly.

  • “Fuck the sword! Ambition and dreams in times of uncertainty”

    FOR THOSE OF US AFFECTED BY A LIFE-THREATENING ILLNESS OR MAJOR ADVERSITY, AMBITION CAN SEEM OUT OF PLACE. ANY BIG DREAM OR LONG-TERM PLAN FEELS LIKE A NAIVE ILLUSION. AFTER ALL, WE HAVE A “SWORD OF DAMOCLES” HANGING OVER OUR HEADS. THAT’S EXACTLY HOW I FELT ON MY BIRTHDAY LAST YEAR. “FUCK THE SWORD!” I THOUGHT, AND DECIDED TO MAP OUT MY AMBITIONS. NOW I’D LIKE TO SHARE MY EXPERIENCE WITH YOU, HOPING IT INSPIRES YOU TO PURSUE YOUR OWN DREAMS, EVEN WHEN THE OUTLOOK SEEMS BLEAK.

    January 2024: False hope

    anuary 2024. There I was, dealing with cancer, on sick leave, with some treatments still ahead. Sitting at my table, I stared at the sky in front of me, painfully aware of how much uncertainty there was, how little control I had… and how much I still wanted to do. Rarely had I felt so powerless, so frustrated. I kept hearing well-meaning advice: “Is that realistic, or just false hope? Don’t aim too high, be kind to yourself, and enjoy the day.”

    Of course, I’m fully aware of my situation. That sword of Damocles hangs over me: the statistics aren’t great; I might be living my last five years. But at the same time, my body is responding well to treatments, my quality of life is reasonably good, and I might even make it to 60.

    The sword of Damocles… fuck it!

    I still have dreams, and I can live with both perspectives (short-term and long-term). So, why shouldn’t I have ambitions or make plans? Take this dream of mine: “Becoming a psychologist specializing in trauma.” I want to pursue a six-year university degree. But there’s a chance I won’t live that long, and my treatments clash with a traditional classroom schedule. Still, I can start the program and, in the meantime, use my coaching training and personal experience to support clients and peers. Voluntarily and with passion. With ups and downs, I enjoy the practice. Suppose I don’t reach the date of my diploma. Suppose my dream changes along the way. Does that matter? NO! Because I’m living my dream every day in practice.

    So… fuck the sword! I started planning.

    Tool: The Dream Matrix

    To begin, I drew a matrix inspired by the “thought report” from the Cognitive Behavioral Therapy. It helped me map out my dreams without losing sight of reality. Here’s how it looked:

    THEMEDREAMPLANFACT
    TRAVEL & LIFESTYLE Travel the world. • 3 months MX.
    • 1 week EU.
    • Roadtrip MX: 7 weeks, 4500 km, 5 states.
    • 1 long weekend Münster.
    • Empty savings!
    PERSONAL DEVELOPMENT•Be a trauma psychologist. •Support other individuals in same situation.• University.
    • Seize experience as cancer survivor.
    • Start blog.
    •Voluntary work as experienced buddy for Olijf en Cancer Connect
    • Featured story in ‘De Telegraaf’, participation in 2 awareness campagnes, 2 lectures
    • Blog, own and guest author for Cancer Connect and Shit ir Shine
    BODY•Get fit, young, and healthy again: Boulder and dancing.• Yoga.
    • Mastectomy + reconstruction.
    • Targeted therapy.
    • Recover a fit silhouette.
    • Mastectomy done
    •Targeted therapy (regardless of my anemia)
    • Got new curls.
    • Got anemia.
    ENVIRONMENT | HOME•Major home renovation•Flower garden • Guests garden-accomodation.
    • First step garden re-styling.
    • Guest accomodation finished.
    • Adjacent piece of land purchased.
    LOVE | RELATIONSHIPSStay close to family as much as possibleSpend at ALL holidays together with sistersXmas holiday together.

    Notice anything? Most things didn’t go as planned. And I definitely had tough moments where I felt like a complete failure. Still, three things helped:

    1. Realism. Many things didn’t happen as expected. I lacked time, money, patience, or energy.
    2. Gratitude. Some things did turn out well.
    3. Celebrate and Seize the Day. Flexibility created space for unexpected, sometimes better, opportunities. Take, for example, the road trip to Mexico and my new curls 🙂


    NOW. I have a strong dislike for artificial perfection; so let me be clear again: it has been tough for me as well. But now I know it is indeed possible to channel ambitions and dreams even in the midst of uncertainty.


    January 2025: Wondering what lies ahead

    So here I am again, another birthday sitting at my table, staring at the empty air. I wonder what this year will bring. There’s a special celebration ahead, visitors, and new challenges. Let’s see what happens.


    Do you relate to this experience? Having ambitions and dreams while feeling powerless or like everything is failing. Remember: you are always the owner of your dreams. Take the first step, no matter how small.

    Feel free to reach out if you want to share your story.

    Or follow me on Insta:  alba.espinosa.vd.bunt


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  • Leven met “het zwaard van Damocles” boven het hoofd en ambitie in het hart

    VOOR ONS, GERAAKT DOOR EEN LEVENSBEDREIGENDE ZIEKTE, LIJKT AMBITIE ONGEPAST. ELKE GROTE DROOM OF LANGE TERMIJN PLAN EEN NAIEVE ILLUSIE. ER HANGT ONS IMMERS EEN ‘ZWAARD VAN DAMOCLES’ BOVEN HET HOOFD. ZO ZAT IK OOK DE DAG VAN MIJN VERJAARDAG VORIG JAAR. “FUCK HET ZWAARD!” DACHT IK EN HEB MIJN AMBITIES IN KAART GEBRACHT.

    “Fuck het zwaard! Dromen en plannen als je je machteloos voelt” is een reflectief blog dat ik schreef voor Cancer Connect; waarin ik mijn ervaring deel van hoe het voelt om ambitie en dromen te hebben terwijl er een “zwaard van Damocles” boven je hoofd hangt. Als je je een tikje belachelijk voelt omdat je dan nog ambities heb… Het blog ontstond als een reflectie aan het begin van dit nieuwe jaar, terugkijkend op wat het afgelopen jaar mij heeft gebracht. Ik deel mijn ervaring in de hoop dat andere in een onzekere situatie erkenning en hoop kunnen vinden.

    In het blog beschrijf ik het moment waar ik, ondanks mijn situatie, besloot mijn dromen te erkennen en tóch plannen te maken. Ik tekende een “Dromen Matrix,” een praktische tool (gebaseerd op het Gedachtenrapport uit de Cognitieve Gedragstherapie) waarmee ik mijn ambities in kaart bracht, zonder de realiteit uit het oog te verliezen. Hiermee heb ik keuzes gemaakt voor mijn persoonlijke groei, gezondheid en relaties, en ervoer ik hoe flexibiliteit en waardering mij vooruit hebben geholpen.

    De illustratie en foto’s bij het stuk tonen enerzijds mijn reis door dromen en realiteit, en anderzijds de uitdagingen van ambitie in een onzekere context. Ze vangen de kern van mijn boodschap: je mag altijd ambitie hebben, zelfs als je je leven niet zeker bent.

    Je leest het volledige verhaal, inclusief praktische tips en inspiratie, via de link naar CancerConnect.

  • The lady of the Mayan ‘Cenote’: Healing simplicity

    THAT SUNNY DAY OF LAST AUGUST WE WERE FINALLY GOING TO FULFIL A DREAM THAT HAD KEPT US GOING DURING THE TIME I RECEIVED CHEMO: VISITING THE CENOTES OF YUCATÁN. WE HAD PLANNED A ROUTE THROUGH SEVERAL LARGE, OPEN, AND BEAUTIFUL CENOTES OF CHICXULUB’S ‘RING OF CENOTES’, EACH ONE MORE IMPRESSIVE THAN THE LAST. HOWEVER, THE DAY LED US DOWN A DIFFERENT PATH TO BEGIN OUR JOURNEY. AFTER PASSING THROUGH SEVERAL MAYAN VILLAGES AND VENTURING ALONG DUSTY TRACKS, WE ACCIDENTALLY STUMBLED UPON A DIFFERENT CENOTE, HIDDEN UNDERGROUND, SMALL AND SIMPLE.

    There, I met “La Doña del Cenote” and her husband. The humble guardians of that place, which you could tell they regarded as sacred. Both were tiny and seemed a bit fragile, their skin weathered by the sun, with the characteristic features of the Mayan people. They greeted us with warm smiles, as if we were friends in everyday life. Everything, from the cenote to their presence, seemed modest. I admit, I was a bit disenchanted at that moment. I had no idea that this woman was about to give me an unforgettable experience.

    In the heart of the cenote

    Before allowing us to enter, La Doña asked us to shower, to safeguard and respect the purity of the cenote’s waters. Then, with an unexpected agility for her age, she led us through a small opening into the heart of the cenote. What happened next was even more unexpected for me.

    La Doña looked at me directly, with a confidence that felt like she knew me. As if she knew everything about me, as if she even had known I would arrive on that very day. She spoke to me in a voice reminiscent of a healer, and said:

    Child, enter the water, let it embrace you. This is Mother Earth. Here, you are in her womb, as if you’ve returned to your mother’s belly. Stay here in peace. God brought you to this place, guided your path. This is where you are supposed to be now, stay as long as you need.”

    As those words echoed within me, she left me alone, immersed in the peace of the cenote. It was then that I felt something break inside me—but not in a bad way. It was as if a barrier had dissolved, and suddenly, the tears began to flow. Tears that I hadn’t expected, but that released a trapped energy. Like a waterfall breaking through a dam. My sobs mingled with the tranquility of the water. And so I felt invaded by a deep sense of peace. It was as if the cenote, and La Doña through it, had facilitated a healing I didn’t even know I needed.

    At the heart of the cenote

    Healing simplicity, natural energy, vital force

    When I emerged, she and her husband were quietly relaxing in their hammock, observing the surrounding nature. They had set up a small table and chairs for us to enjoy our lunch. They smiled at us humbly, as if nothing extraordinary had just happened.

    Yet, for me, La Doña had been much more than a simple guardian of the cenote. She had given me a profoundly healing experience. It may sound incredible, I know that. But I don’t care for an explanation; I’m not here to dissect everything with the scalpel of logic. All I know is that she handles life’s vital energy with a masterful simplicity. Connected to nature, she was able to connect my own energy to the vital force of that hidden place. Her simple, unpretentious wisdom reminded me that life force can be found in the most modest corners and in the humblest of people. That tiny old woman proved that the simplest in life can sometimes be the most extraordinary.

    Have you ever experienced something you can’t explain?
    Share your thoughts in the comments.


    Do you not recognize this Life Force in your own story, or do you feel like you have lost yours?

    Tell me. I am a message away.


    Life Force Stories | Part 4

    Credits: Pictures from my own files | Illustration ‘La Doña del Cenote’ generated with AI, based on my own pictures.

  • Jorge el vendedor de sombra: La búsqueda de lo verdadero

    EL SOL DE LA TARDE CAÍA A PLOMO EN LA PLAYA DE SISAL. NOSOTROS LLEGAMOS DISPUESTOS A PASAR EL CALOR ENTRE EL AGUA DEL MAR Y UNA SOMBRA DONDE REFUGIARNOS HASTA LA PUESTA DE SOL. POR SUERTE VIMOS UNAS PALAPAS CON HAMACAS EN LA PLAYA, BIEN LINDAS. ACORDAMOS UN PRECIO CON UNA ENCARGADA Y NOS INSTALAMOS, DISPUESTOS A DISFRUTAR DE SISAL. FUE AHÍ CUANDO CONOCÍ A JORGE, QUIEN RESULTO SER EL VERDADERO ‘VENDEDOR DE SOMBRAS’. Y NO SE VEIA CONTENTO. 

    Nuestra interacción no comenzó fácil. Desde donde estaba sentada, ví acercarse a un hombre de melena entrecana, un poco curtido por el sol y de ojos negros, quizá ya pisando los cincuenta. Era Jorge, el dueño de las palapitas. Se acercó con una mirada algo desconfiada. Cuando lo ví llegar así, pensé: ‘Ya ‘chafeó’ nuestra idea de ‘disfrutar de la playa y la brisa marina en una hamaca sombreada. Olvídate’. Había un malentendido sobre el precio de la sombra y la hamaca que queríamos alquilar. Su compañera no le había dicho que ya habíamos acordado un precio con ella, más barato, y el creyó que no queríamos pagar lo que correspondía. Jorge se veía listo para un enfrentamiento.

    Pero en medio de esa tensión, algo cambió. Como si nos hubiéramos puesto de acuerdo, Jorge y yo nos miramos a los ojos, nos escuchamos de verdad. Y esto hizo que la tensión inicial se desvaneciera. Después de hablar con su compañera, Jorge se dio cuenta del malentendido. Volvió hacia mí con una sonrisa sincera y una disculpa honesta. “Quédense tranquilos por favor, disfruten del día”.

    La historia de Jorge

    Ahí es cuando Jorge me contó algo que resonó profundamente conmigo. En su mirada, ya más tranquila, vi autenticidad. Me explicó que pasó gran parte de su juventud impulsado por la necesidad, persiguiendo el dinero. Recuerda un período en los Estados Unidos trabajando en restaurantes de renombre, en el cual ganaba bien… y lo mataba la soledad. “Trabajaba mucho, ganaba bastante y bebía más.” “Pasé años corriendo tras trabajos que me dejaban vacío. Hasta que decidí cambiar mi vida”. Ahora, aquí en Sisal, alquila palapas y hamacas, y hace otros trabajos pequeños. No es el hombre más rico, pero va encontrando poco a poco lo que él llama ‘su paz’.

    “Ahora intento moverme por lo que realmente importa,” me dijo, con una calma que contrastaba con el choque del principio. “Después de tanto correr, me di cuenta que lo que estaba buscando no era el dinero. Era vivir de verdad. No siempre me resulta fácil, porque claro que vivir limitado de dinero es frustrante en ocasiones. O a veces me gana el ego, el aferramiento a lo material… Y me doy cuenta que es el temor de perder algo que ni siquiera tengo. Y que lo que me importa es vivir de verdad. Y ahí es donde vuelvo a ser consciente de que eso ya lo hago”.

    La fuerza vital de Jorge: el poder de la autenticidad

    Su mirada, aunque aún mostraba rastros de inquietud al hablar de sus temores, era cálida y honesta. Jorge, con su humildad y su integridad, me recordó que a veces es en lo más sencillo donde encontramos lo más importante. Gracias a su sinceridad, tuvo el poder de convertir lo que pudo haber sido un conflicto, en una plática memorable para mí.

    Ese día en la playa, vi el ejemplo de un hombre sencillo, impulsado por la fuerza vital de querer vivir con autenticidad.


    ¿Alguna vez haz perseguido un sueño que no era tuyo? ¿Te has preguntado si tienes lo que para tí es valioso de verdad?
    Comparte tus pensamientos en los comentarios.


    Si no reconoces la Fuerza Vital en tu propia vida, o sientes que la perdiste de vista en el camino:

    Dime. Estoy a un mensaje de distancia.


    Life Force Stories | Part 3

    Credits: Pictures from my own files | Illustration ‘Jorge in Sisal’ generated with AI, based on my own pictures.

  • Ambar Adela: The power of the heart

    IT’S A WARM DAY IN AUGUST. LUNA AND I ARE WALKING THROUGH THE MAZE OF THE SANTO DOMINGO ARTISAN MARKET. A BIT DIZZY FROM THE HEAT AND THE COLORS (AND ME FROM ANEMIA), WE STOP TO LOOK AT SOME QUARTZ BRACELETS AT ONE OF THE COLOR-PACKED STALLS. THE BRACELET I WANT TO BUY FOR LUNA IS A BIT TOO BIG. “IF SHE LIKES IT, I CAN ADJUST IT TO HER SIZE,” SAYS A SOFT VOICE. FIVE SECONDS LATER, I’M STANDING IN FRONT OF A BEAUTIFUL WOMAN WITH INDIGENOUS FEATURES, HER FACE PERFECTLY MADE UP AND A BIG SMILE WITH DIMPLES. HER NAME IS ADELA, THE OWNER OF THE STALL, WITH HER OWN JEWELRY BRAND, “ÁMBAR ADELA.” HER VOICE IS OFTEN INTERRUPTED BY A CONTAGIOUS LAUGH. FOR EXAMPLE, WHEN SHE SEES MY SURPRISE AS SHE EXPLAINS THAT SHE ALSO DESIGNS THE EMBROIDERED CLOTHING SHE SELLS. AT THAT MOMENT, I TAKE A CLOSER LOOK AT THE MERCHANDISE AROUND ME: EMBROIDERED CLOTHING, SILVER JEWELRY, AND SEMI-PRECIOUS STONES, ALONG WITH AMBER PIECES. “I CAN’T BELIEVE IT! HOW DO YOU FIND THE TIME?” I ASK, AMAZED. – SHE LAUGHS AGAIN. – “WHY WOULDN’T YOU BELIEVE ME? WHEN YOU DO THINGS WITH LOVE, IT DOESN’T MATTER HOW SMALL THEY ARE. THEY ALWAYS TURN OUT WELL. STEP BY STEP.” AND THAT’S HOW WE BEGIN A CONVERSATION THAT FILLS ME WITH ADMIRATION.

    Adela’s story

    Adela comes from the Tzotzil community in a nearby village. Her mother taught her to embroider when she was a child. She married very young and had three daughters, who are now young adults. When she tells me her age (she’s only six years younger than me, though she looks at least ten years younger), I almost fall over.

    “What?! Forty-seven years old?! I don’t believe it,” I exclaim.

    Her laughter jingles again.
    “You don’t believe anything I say!” But when your spirit is well, and you do things with love, your body reflects that.”

    She tells me that she divorced her daughters’ father long ago. It must have been a difficult time, but I see no trace of bitterness or resentment on her face. Instead, there’s a serene joy.

    “Look at me. I live better this way. Things have gone well for me,” she says, the dimples in her smile reappearing. “I got divorced because I couldn’t rely on him anyway. Once I became independent, I had to decide how to move forward and support my daughters and myself.”

    “When your spirit is well, and you do things with love, your body reflects that”

    Adela Gómez

    From embroidery to beads

    That’s when I remembered my mother’s embroidery. I started by embroidering blouses to sell at the market, with things I love: flowers, fruits, and birds. My style of embroidery sold well. So, I began to embroider other garments, not just traditional ones, but also jeans, jackets, blazers—everything. One thing worth the mention: I only made things I enjoyed creating.

    I’ve always liked accessories, so when I could save a bit of money, I bought some beads and stones and started making small bracelets, earrings, little things. Those sold well, too. Over the years, my stall grew, and I was able to get a small shop here in Santo Domingo. My daughters also grew up; they had their own responsibilities by then. But between them, they helped me formalize my designs into a brand, “Ámbar Adela.” They created the labels for several lines, and well… here we are,” she finishes with a smile.

    Life Force

    I listen in admiration, especially because I know firsthand how hard it is to build a jewelry brand—it’s no easy task. I tell her that years ago, I had my own brand, “Luna de Plata,” and that I gave it up when it was almost fully formed.

    “Why?” she asks.

    With some embarrassment, I admit,
    Lack of experience, but mostly fear. Fear of failing.”

    Seeing Adela standing there so calm and full of confidence, surrounded by her creations, I rush to tell her that only now, years later, I understand that I can do whatever I set my mind to. That only now do I feel the confidence to face my fears head-on. I tell her I’m surviving cancer and that I’m filled with plans that feel very real to me: this trip through Mexico, my therapy practice, my communication work to support other cancer patients, and the psychology studies I will begin this year.

    She says, “Everything will work out for you, I know it. The things done with love, with motivation, step by step, always turn out well. Because that’s how God works.”

    And the way she says it, I feel a deep certainty in every word. My body vibrates with serene clarity, and in that moment, I understand that she is driven by the Life Force.


    Adela and her unbreakable spirit

    Adela shows that Life Force is not just about carrying on when everything is against you. It’s about finding joy in the small things, feeling love in everything you do. It’s knowing that no matter what happens, you always have the strength within you to start again.

    Her story is not just one of courage but a tribute to the strength of the heart. And so, she continues, with a smile and unstoppable energy, her hands never ceasing to create, her heart always open to her family and her customers. She is living proof of the power of the heart, of love for family, and of the unbreakable spirit of a woman determined to love life no matter what.


    How many times have you had to start again? Which are the little things that bring you joy?
    Share your thoughts in the comments.


    Do you not recognize this Life Force in your own story, or do you feel like you have lost yours?

    Let me know, I am a message away


    Life Force Stories | Part 2

    Credits: Pictures from Adela Gómez Facebook page | Picture ‘Santo Domingo Market’ generated with AI, based on my own original photo’s.

  • “Ambar Adela: La fuerza del corazón”

    HACE CALORCITO ESE DÍA DE AGOSTO. LUNA Y YO CAMINAMOS EN EL LABERINTO DEL MERCADO DE ARTESANÍAS DE STO. DOMINGO. MEDIO MAREADAS POR EL CALOR Y LOS COLORES (Y YO POR LA ANEMIA), NOS DETENEMOS A VER UNAS PULSERITAS DE CUARZO EN UNO DE ESOS PUESTOS REPLETOS DE COLOR. LA PULSERA QUE LE QUIERO REGALAR A LUNA LE QUEDA ALGO GRANDE – “SI LE GUSTA SE LA PUEDO ADAPTAR A SU MEDIDA”. CINCO SEGUNDOS DESPUÉS ESTOY ENFRENTE DE UNA GUAPA MUJER DE APARIENCIA INDÍGENA, CON SU CARA MUY BIEN MAQUILLADA Y UNA ENORME SONRISA CON HOYUELOS. ES ADELA, LA DUEÑA DEL PUESTO, CON SU PROPIA MARCA DE JOYERÍA “ÁMBAR ADELA”. RESALTA LA VOZ CLARA Y SUAVE QUE SE INTERCALA FRECUENTEMENTE CON UNA RISA CONTAGIOSA. SOBRE TODO, ANTE MI SORPRESA AL EXPLICARME QUE TAMBIÉN ES AUTORA DE LA ROPA BORDADA QUE VENDE. EN ESE MOMENTO ME FIJO BIEN EN LA MERCANCÍA A MI ALREDEDOR:  ROPA BORDADA, JOYERÍA DE PLATA Y PIEDRAS SEMI-PRECIOSAS, APARTE DE LAS DE ÁMBAR. – “NO PUEDO CREERLO! DE DÓNDE SACAS EL TIEMPO?!”. – VUELVE A REÍR – “POR QUÉ NO ME VAS A CREER? MIRA, CUANDO LAS COSAS SE HACEN CON GUSTO, NO IMPORTA SI SON CHIQUITAS, PERO SALEN BIEN. PASO A PASO.” ASÍ EMPEZAMOS UNA CONVERSACIÓN QUE ME LLENÓ DE ADMIRACIÓN. 

    La historia de Adela

    Adela viene de la comunidad Tzotzil de un pueblo cercano. Su mamá le enseñó a bordar desde que era niña. Se casó muy joven y tuvo tres hijas, ahora jóvenes adultas. Cuando me dice su edad (solo es seis años menor que yo, pero parece que fueran más de diez), casi me voy de espaldas y exclamo:

    —¿Qué?! ¡¿Cuarenta y dos años?! ¡No te creo!

    Su risa vuelve a cascabelear:
    —¡No me crees nada! Pero es que cuando estás bien de espíritu y haces las cosas con cariño, pues tu cuerpo lo refleja.

    Me cuenta que hace ya mucho se divorció del padre de sus hijas. Debe de haber sido una época difícil, pero no noto ni rastro de rencor o amargura en su cara. Más bien una alegría serena:

    —Es que mírame, vivo mejor así, me ha ido bien —y se vuelven a marcar los hoyuelos de su sonrisa—. Me divorcié porque de todas maneras no contaba con él. Ya viéndome independiente, tenía que decidir qué haría para sacarnos adelante, a las niñas y a mí.

    “Cuando estás bien de espíritu tu cuerpo lo refleja”

    Adela Gómez

    De bordados a cuentas

    Ahí es donde me acordé del bordado de mi mamá. Empecé bordando blusas para vender en el mercado con cosas que me gustan: flores, frutas y pajaritos. Mi estilo de bordar se vendía bien. Así que empecé también a bordar otras prendas, pero no solo artesanales, sino también jeans, chamarras, sacos, de todo. Eso sí, hacía cosas que me gusta hacer.

    Los accesorios siempre me han gustado. Entonces, cuando pude ahorrar un poco, compré algunas cuentas y piedras y empecé a hacer pulseritas, aretes, cosas chiquitas. También esas cosas se empezaron a vender bien. Con el paso de algunos años mi puesto creció y pude ocupar un localito aquí en Santo Domingo. Mis hijas también crecieron, ya estaban grandecitas y tenían sus propias ocupaciones. Pero entre ellas me apoyaron al formalizar mis diseños en una marca, “Ámbar Adela”, hicieron las etiquetas para varias líneas y así… Pues aquí seguimos —culmina con una sonrisa.

    Fuerza vital

    Yo escucho con admiración. Sobre todo porque sé lo que cuesta formar una marca de joyería por experiencia propia, y no es nada fácil. Le cuento que hace años tuve mi marca “Luna de Plata” y que la dejé cuando ya tenía casi todo en forma.

    —¿Y por qué? —me pregunta.

    Con vergüenza debo admitir:
    —Falta de experiencia, pero sobre todo, miedo. Miedo a fracasar.

    Al ver a Adela tan tranquila y tan llena de confianza, ahí parada frente a mí entre todas sus mercancías, me apresuro a contarle que ahora, años después, comprendo que puedo hacer lo que quiera. Que apenas ahora siento la confianza y me atrevo también a encarar mis miedos como son. Le cuento que estoy sobreviviendo el cáncer y que estoy llena de planes que para mí son muy concretos: este viaje por México, mi consultorio como terapeuta, mis actividades de comunicación y apoyo a otros pacientes de cáncer, y mi estudio de psicología que empezaré en breve (en cuanto me deje la anemia que me trae cortita).

    Ella me dice:
    —Todo te va a salir bien, yo lo sé. Las cosas que se hacen con amor, con motivación, paso a paso, siempre salen bien. Porque así trabaja Dios.

    Y por la forma en que lo dice, siento en cada palabra la certeza. Mi cuerpo vibra con una serenidad profunda. Y en ese momento yo comprendo que a ella la mueve la fuerza vital.


    Adela y su espíritu inquebrantable

    Adela demuestra que la fuerza vital no es solo continuar cuando todo está en contra. Es encontrar la alegría en las pequeñas cosas, sentir el amor en todo lo que haces. Es saber que, pase lo que pase, siempre tienes la fuerza dentro de ti para empezar de nuevo.

    Y así sigue ella, con una sonrisa y una energía imparable, sus manos que no dejan de crear, su corazón siempre abierto para su familia y sus clientes. Con el espíritu inquebrantable de una mujer que se empeña en amar la vida pase lo que pase. Su historia no es solo una historia de valentía, sino también una oda a la fuerza del corazón.


    ¿Cuántas veces has tenido que empezar de nuevo? ¿Cuáles son las cosas pequeñas que te dan alegría?
    Comparte tus pensamientos en los comentarios.


    Si no reconoces la Fuerza Vital en tu propia vida, o sientes que la perdiste de vista en el camino:

    Dime. Estoy a un mensaje de distancia sin importar donde vives.


    Life Force Stories | Part 2

    Credits: Pictures from Adela Gómez Facebook page | Picture ‘Adela in Santo Domingo Market’ generated with AI, based on my own pictures.

  • Omar Fabián: la fuerza creativa

    EL DÍA QUE CONOCÍ A OMAR, YA CASI NO LO CONOZCO. FUE PURA CASUALIDAD QUE MI MIRADA CAYERA EN SU TALLER JUSTO CUANDO YA HABÍA DECIDIDO RENDIRME A LA DEBILIDAD CAUSADA POR EL TRATAMIENTO ANTICANCERIGENO – AL FIN YA HABÍA VISTO SUFICIENTES TALLERES Y ARTESANÍAS DE BARRO NEGRO. PERO ESA CASA DE LA ESQUINA, TOTALMENTE PINTADA DE NEGRO, PICÓ MI CURIOSIDAD. ¿CÓMO NO LA HABÍA VISTO ANTES? ASÍ QUE DECIDÍ ENTRAR. ESA VISITA ESTUVO MARCADA POR LA CURIOSIDAD Y ME DESPERTÓ LA MENTE. CONOCÍ A ALGUIEN QUE TODO LO VE CON OJOS NUEVOS. IMPULSADO POR EL AMOR A SU TRABAJO Y A LAS NUEVAS IDEAS. OMAR ELEVA SU LEGADO ANCESTRAL AL NIVEL DE ARTE.

    La historia de Omar

    Era mediodía en San Bartolo Coyotepec, el pueblo era azotado por el sol abrasador y el polvo. Mi amiga Tania, Fer y yo ya habíamos recorrido varios talleres con las típicas artesanías de barro negro de Oaxaca. Yo débil debido a la anemia extrema causada por el tratamiento; me chocaba admitir que tenía que abandonar la visita para ir a comer y descansar. Me consolé pensando: “da igual, al fin que ya había visto suficientes talleres y barro negro por hoy”… Justo cuando estábamos a punto de ir a almorzar antes de irnos, noté una casa completamente pintada de negro en la esquina opuesta. A todas luces, era un taller que no habíamos visto antes. . .

    Al entrar, fue como redescubrir el barro negro. Los diseños eran una reinvención; todo era especial. “Estás de acuerdo en que esto no es típico, es diseño”, me dijo Tania. Cuanto más avanzábamos, más crecía nuestra impresión: las formas eran más atrevidas, los tamaños más grandes, los diseños más creativos. Incluso la manera de usar el barro era diferente: lo veía en paredes, pisos, cuadros y hasta urnas.

    En ese momento, un joven pasó apurado; era Omar Fabián, uno de los tres hermanos dueños del taller y el autor de esas innovaciones.

    Mi curiosidad estaba más que despierta, así que decidí hacerle una pregunta, que dio pie a una conversación inspiradora:

    “En los años que llevo comprando barro negro, nunca había visto que se aplicara de esta manera. ¿Son tus ideas?”

    Al principio, él fue muy cortés, pero parecía poco interesado. “Gracias”, respondió, un poco sorprendido, “sí, son mis diseños”.

    “Esto va más allá de lo tradicional. ¿Qué te ha llevado hasta aquí?”

    Noté que ahora sí había captado su atención, quizá porque percibió que mi interés era genuino. Y entonces empezó la conversación. Me habló del legado de su familia, con más de tres generaciones de artesanos de barro negro. También de sus estudios de diseño en la Universidad de Oaxaca. De cómo combinó su herencia, sus conocimientos y su curiosidad por desafiar los límites de “lo posible”. Respetando las enseñanzas de generaciones de artesanos, mejoró la calidad de los acabados y aplicó sus estudios de diseño para crear nuevas formas. Experimentó con técnicas, formatos y aplicaciones innovadoras.

    Llevando ideas a realidad

    Así ha contribuido al desarrollo del taller familiar. A medida que crecía como artesano, también lo hacían los proyectos que emprendía. “Empecé a aceptar propuestas de hoteles, restaurantes y museos que me pedían, por ejemplo, una instalación mural de hormigas gigantes, un nicho grande decorado con mariposas en vuelo, o una barra de hotel con ‘azulejos’ geométricos”. El reto no era solo el diseño visual. ¿Cómo llevas esas ideas a la realidad? El barro negro es frágil, pero las formas delicadas deben soportar la instalación, el transporte y las variaciones de temperatura. Esos nuevos requisitos me han llevado a experimentar con técnicas y formas novedosas”.

    Explorando límites 

    No pude evitar ver el paralelo con los altibajos de vivir frente a la adversidad, algo que yo misma he experimentado desde mi diagnóstico de cáncer. De repente, te encuentras en una situación inesperada que te obliga a desarrollar nuevas habilidades. Y para lograrlo, tienes que recurrir tanto a lo que te han enseñado como a lo que has aprendido por tu cuenta.

    “No todo puede salir perfecto. Volver a hacer, volver a intentar, hasta que salga.” Omar Fabián

    Omar también enfrenta momentos de dificultad, que generan incertidumbre. Sin embargo, se percibe un impulso en él, una confianza en el futuro. Tal vez, es la confianza en su capacidad de moverse en la incertidumbre y encontrar soluciones, de generar nuevas ideas. Su amor por el oficio ancestral heredado y su creatividad son su fuerza. Aunque él no lo diga explícitamente, pero se le nota.

    Con agua y unos mezcales de por medio, compartimos experiencias

    Con agua y unos mezcales de por medio, Omar y yo compartimos experiencias y concluimos que así seguiremos. Enfrentando el temor, con confianza. Podrás estar triste o cansado por momentos, pero en el fondo no tienes miedo. Sabes que la solución viene, confías en la fuerza que te mueve.

    Esa fuerza no es grandiosa, como la conversación con Omar bien me recuerda. Se manifiesta de forma sencilla, como saber ver el mundo con un par de ojos nuevos. Igual que hacen los niños. Ahora entiendo que ese día, Omar reconoció en mi curiosidad la suya propia, la misma que parece impulsarlo en todo lo que hace.

    Ahora dime, ¿qué te ayuda en tiempos de inseguridad? ¿Reconoces la fuerza creativa en tu vida?
    Comparte tus pensamientos en los comentarios.


    Si no reconoces esta dichosa Fuerza Vital en tu propia vida, o sientes que la perdiste de vista en el camino:

    Dime. Estoy a un mensaje de distancia sin importar donde vives.


    Life Force Stories | Part 1

    Credits: Pictures Barro negro from @omarsutra | Picture ‘Omar and Alba’ from my personal files

  • Omar Fabián: A heart driven by creativity and legacy

    THE DAY I MET OMAR, I HARDLY KNEW HIM YET. IT WAS PURE CHANCE THAT MY GAZE FELL ON HIS WORKSHOP JUST AS I HAD DECIDED I HAD SEEN ENOUGH BLACK CLAY WORKSHOPS AND CRAFTS. I ADMIT I WAS ALSO FEELING WEAK DUE TO THE SIDE EFFECTS OF THE CANCER TREATMENT, SO I WAS SAD TO GIVE UP THE VISIT. BUT THAT HOUSE ON THE CORNER, COMPLETELY PAINTED BLACK, PIQUED MY CURIOSITY. HOW HAD I NOT NOTICED IT BEFORE? SO I DECIDED TO GO IN. THAT VISIT, FUELLED BY CURIOSITY, OPENED MY EYES AND MIND: I MET SOMEONE WHO SEES EVERYTHING WITH A FRESH PERSPECTIVE. DRIVEN BY LOVE FOR HIS WORK AND NEW IDEAS, OMAR ELEVATES HIS ANCESTRAL LEGACY TO THE LEVEL OF ART.

    Omar’s Story

    It was midday in San Bartolo Coyotepec, the town was beaten by the blazing sun and dust. My friend Tania, Fer and I had already toured several workshops with the typical black clay crafts from Oaxaca. I was feeling weak due to my extreme anemia and it was hard for me to admit I had to give up the visit to go eat and rest. I told myself “whatever, I had anyway seen enough workshops and black clay for today”… Just as we were about to grab some lunch before heading out, I noticed a house entirely painted black on the opposite corner. Clearly, it was a workshop we hadn’t seen before. 

    As soon as we entered, it felt like rediscovering black clay. The designs were a reinvention; everything was special. “You agree this isn’t typical; this is design,” Tania said to me. The further we went in, the more we were impressed: the shapes were bolder, the sizes bigger, the designs more creative. Even the way the clay was used was different: I saw it on walls, floors, paintings and even urns.

    At that moment, a young man hurried past; it was Omar Fabián, one of the three brothers who own the workshop and the author of these innovative pieces.

    My curiosity was fully awake, so I asked him a question that sparked an inspiring conversation:  

    “In all the years I’ve been buying black clay, I’ve never seen it applied like this. Are these your ideas?”  

    At first, he was very polite but seemed not particularly interested. “Thanks,” he responded, somewhat surprised, “yes, these are my designs.”  

    “This goes beyond tradition. What has brought you to this point?”

    I realised I had now caught his attention, perhaps because he sensed that my interest was genuine. That’s when the conversation began. He spoke of his family legacy, with over three generations of black clay artisans. He also mentioned his design studies at the University of Oaxaca. How he had combined his heritage, knowledge, and curiosity to challenge the limits of what was “possible.” While respecting the teachings of past generations, he improved the quality of the finishes and applied his design knowledge to create new forms. He experimented with new techniques, formats, and applications.

    Bringing Ideas to Life

    In this way, he contributed to the development of the family workshop. As he grew as an artisan, so did the projects he took on. “I started accepting commissions from hotels, restaurants, and museums. They would ask me, for example, to create a mural installation of giant ants, a large niche decorated with butterflies in flight, or a hotel bar with geometric ‘tiles’.” The challenge wasn’t just the visual design. How do you bring those ideas to life? Black clay is fragile, but delicate shapes must withstand installation, transport, and temperature changes. Those new requirements led me to experiment with novel techniques and approaches.”

    Exploring Limits 

    I couldn’t help but see a parallel with the ups and downs of life in the face of adversity, something I’ve personally experienced since my cancer diagnosis. Suddenly, you find yourself in an unexpected situation that forces you to develop new skills. And to do so, you must draw on both what you’ve been taught and what you’ve learned yourself.

    “Not everything can turn out perfect. Do it again, try again, until it works.” Omar Fabián

    Omar also faces moments of difficulty, which generate uncertainty. Yet there’s an inner drive in him, a confidence in the future. Perhaps it’s the belief in his ability to navigate uncertainty and find solutions, to generate new ideas. His love for the craft he inherited and his creativity are his strength, though he may not say it explicitly, it’s clear to see.

    Over some water and mezcal, Omar and I shared experiences and came to the conclusion that this is how we’ll continue. Facing fear, with confidence. You might feel sad or tired at times, but deep down, you’re not afraid. You know the solution will come, and you trust the force that moves you.

    Life Force isn’t something grand, as my conversation with Omar reminded me. It manifests itself in simple ways, like knowing how to see the world with a fresh pair of eyes. Just like children do. Now I understand that, on that day, Omar recognised in my curiosity the same curiosity that drives him in everything he does.

    Now tell me, what helps you navigate uncertainty? Do you recognize creative force in your life? Share your thoughts in the comments.


    Do you not recognize this Life Force in your own story, or do you feel like you have lost yours?

    Let me know, I am a message away


    Life Force Stories | Part 1

    credits – pictures Barro negro @omarsutra | Picture Omar and Alba from my personal files

  • Life Force: connected stories

    THERE’S A THREAD THAT RUNS THROUGH ALL OF US—A VITAL FORCE, UNSEEN YET DEEPLY FELT. I CALL IT LIFE FORCE. IT’S THE ENERGY THAT PUSHES US TO RISE AFTER WE’VE FALLEN, TO CREATE BEAUTY FROM PAIN, AND TO FACE EACH NEW DAY WITH PURPOSE, NO MATTER THE CHALLENGES. LIFE FORCE HAS ALWAYS BEEN CENTRAL TO MY JOURNEY AS A THERAPIST, AND AS A CANCER SURVIVOR, IT HAS BECOME MY COMPASS THROUGH BOTH DARK AND LIGHT.

    The connecting journey

    During my journey through México last summer, I met many different people. I enjoyed every conversation with them, but some stayed with me. The energy of these people struck me in the most positive way. We connected on an energetic level. I noticed that they are driven by this universal force that I call Life Force. It may sound vague, but for me, it couldn’t be more concrete—both in my journey through cancer treatment and in my work as a therapist. I see it every day. Travelling through México, I was thrilled to recognize it in other people’s lives too. It’s this driving energy, this connection, that I find so awe-inspiring. And it’s what motivates me to share their stories with you.

    The Stories

    So, back home, I began writing. These are not success stories. They are everyday life stories of people like you and me. Let me introduce you to these men and women. On the surface, they seem completely different from one another. They come from different places, social statuses, genders, professions, and experiences. Some have dealt with illness or loss, while others have faced challenges in their careers, relationships, or personal growth. Others simply lead peaceful lives. Yet, they all have one powerful thing in common: Life Force. That’s the thread that runs through their stories.

    Through these stories, you’ll see how this invisible energy manifests in different ways. It’s in the mother who built a business after a divorce, the artist who finds new meaning in his family legacy, and the survivor who, against all odds, chooses to love life over fear. These stories are not just tales of survival but of living—with passion, purpose, and heart.

    Why Now?

    Sharing these stories is part of my mission to celebrate and ignite the Life Force within us all. Whether you’re navigating a tough time or looking for inspiration, I hope these stories will resonate deeply with you. Because I believe, at the core, we all have Life Force within us—it’s just waiting to be harnessed.

    Welcome to the Life Force series. Let’s embark on this journey together, step by step, story by story.

    Check out the Life Force Stories:
    Ambar Adela: The power of the heart
    Omar Fabián: A heart driven by creativity and legacy
    Jorge the Shadow Seller: The search for what truly matters
    La Doña of the Mayan ‘Cenote’: Healing in simplicity


    Share what Life Force means to you in the comments. Do you not recognize it, or feel that you have lost yours? Let me know, I am a message away!