By Crystal Amon of PrincessCrystalSays.com
Twenty years.
It’s been two decades since I stared cancer in the face and told it, “You don’t get to win.”
I was diagnosed with Stage 2B cervical cancer, and though the journey broke me in ways I can’t explain, it also built me. Into a woman of purpose. Into a warrior with grace. Into a survivor with a voice—and a story that isn’t just about cancer, but about faith, family, and fighting back.
This is my story.
Cancer Tried. But God Had Plans.
When I was diagnosed, the world shifted under my feet. One minute, I was trying to live a normal life—and the next, I was fighting for it. Treatment was intense, draining, and full of fear. There were days I didn’t recognize myself in the mirror. Nights I couldn’t sleep from the pain, physically and emotionally.
But through it all, I clung to one truth: God wasn’t done with me yet.
And He proved it.
A Student Through the Storm
In the middle of surgeries, treatments, and hospital rooms—I made a decision.
I enrolled in college.
It might sound crazy, but I knew I needed to create a future beyond cancer. I earned my Associate Degree in Arts of Business, and then went on to get my Bachelor’s Degree in Communications—all while still in treatment.
There were times I studied with an IV in my arm, submitted assignments through tears, and showed up to class exhausted. But I didn’t quit.
Because I knew if I could fight for my life, I could fight for my dreams too.
A Night That Changed Everything: Meeting the Holy Spirit
I’ll never forget that night.
I was alone in my room, heart heavy and body weak. I was questioning everything—why me, how much longer, and whether I could keep going.
And then… He showed up.
Not in a loud way. Not in thunder or lightning.
But in peace. In presence. In a stillness that wrapped around me like a warm blanket.
The Holy Spirit met me there.
I felt God’s love so clearly, so deeply—it brought me to my knees.
He wasn’t just near. He was with me.
From that moment on, I knew I would never fight alone.
My Grandmother, My Rock
Through it all—every appointment, every tear, every moment I wanted to give up—my maternal grandmother was right there. She was my anchor. My nurse. My encourager. My prayer warrior.
She never missed a treatment.
She never let me feel like a burden.
She never stopped believing I’d make it.
Her love was fierce. Her faith was unshakable.
And in many ways, she was the hands and feet of Jesus during my hardest days.
20 Years Later: Still Here, Still Royal
Today, I’m not just a survivor.
I’m a business-minded, faith-filled, dragon-strong princess who knows who she is and whose she is.
I run PrincessCrystalSays.com to remind others:
You can be broken and still beautiful.
You can be tired and still chosen.
You can be clumsy and still royal.
My story isn’t about what cancer did to me. It’s about what God did through me.
To anyone facing your own battle—be it physical, emotional, spiritual—hear me when I say:
You are stronger than you know.
You are not alone.
And your story isn’t over.
Not when God is still writing it.
Want to hear more pieces of my journey, or share your own? Let’s walk this road together. There’s power in every scar, and glory in every victory.
With love, hope, and a royal kind of faith,
Crystal Amon
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