It’s easy to admire the beauty of a photo. But when you listen—really listen—a story begins to bleed through. She hides her eyes, but not her pain. Tears fall freely. Bruises speak louder than words. This is not just a portrait. It’s a confession. It’s survival. It’s Let It Hurt. —Studio Delacroix Where emotion becomes art. Where silence speaks.

Suzie Bachar (Levy) my mom’s beloved aunt was a Holocaust survivor who spoke nothing about those days. “you can only watch it after I’m dead” was her condition to recording a Spielberg testimonial vid in 1997.

She died in December at 85, so last night, as Holocaust Memorial Day descended, I finally watched the vid. Ever graceful, elegant, with her hair coiffed to the nines, she told her story in a steady voice, that cracked only when she spoke about her sisters.

I am extending her voice to this page, for the world to know the power of evil and the power of one’s love for life to survive such horrors.

(written on Israeli Holocaust Memorial Day, April 2012)

 

When the war broke in 1939, Suzie was a happy 13 year old girl in Sofia, Bulgaria, the 3rd of 4 sisters, Regine, Shelley and 5 year old Gretty. Her mom was Bulgarian, and her father was a Greek citizen, so was ordered to return to his country of origin and soon after, begged his wife take the girls and unite with him and his family in Thessaloniki so they can “go through the war together”. And they did. This is where fate began its journey and I began counting.

 

Life was far from easy in Greece, but they managed to get by. In 1941, when Macedonian and Bulgarian citizens were allowed out of Greece to their home countries, their Greek school teacher said “we’ll send you and your 2 older sisters as part of the Bulgarian delegation, back to your family in Sofia”. Her parents said the separation would be unbearable, so they stayed. Count One.

 

In 1942, they started hearing that they’ll soon be moved to the East, where much better life conditions are expecting them. Already suffering hunger, they thought nothing could be worse than that, even leaving home. On the 1st day of Passover, 1943, they were shoved into cattle train cars: Suzie, her parents, older sisters and husbands, younger sister and a bunch of relatives and neighbors, all squashed in the same car with many others. Arriving in Macedonia, the train stopped for the first time, people jumped out to use the open field as toilets. She was mortified how fast manners had been lost. Craving water, she spotted a conductor speaking Bulgarian and asked if he can fill up her bottle. “Bulgarian?? what the hell are you doing on this train??” he said, “we’re going to Poland, to rehabilitate”, “you shouldn't be here, you must come with me, I’ll save you”, “sir, I have no idea what you’re talking about, and I am most certainly not leaving my family behind”. With tears in his eyes he asked her if she has a family in Bulgaria and maybe she’d like to send them a letter and she gladly wrote to her aunt: “Greetings from the train on the way to Poland, see you after the war. Love Suzie”, then, she returned to the train. Count two.

 

Arriving in Auschwitz, men were separated from the women. Though her mom was young enough and vital to serve as labor force, the Nazis didn’t want to create panic by separating her from 9 year old Gretty who was no use to them. A club landed or her hands, separating her from the rest of her daughters, sending them to death. Suzie told her dad who was watching from the men’s line “don’t worry, it’s hard for the kids to walk the distance to camp, they’re being driven.” She still had no idea what awaits them. She also didn’t know they’ll never see any of the men again. The following 24 hours, tattooed arms with serial numbers, shaved heads and ragged prisoners’ uniforms gave her an initial idea. Oppressive Work at any weather, hunger, lice and beating became a daily reality.

 

A few months later, Regine got ill with typhus and dysentery. She was quarantined in the infirmary and Suzie had to beg her way into seeing her. By the time they let her, Regine was dying, Suzie laid beside her and hugged her all that night till she died.

A few days later Shelley got down with typhus too, and asked how Regine is doing. Suzie told her “she’s doing good, in another work camp, I’ll take you to her as soon as you get better”. In attempt to help her gain her strength back, she risked her life every day after work, sneaking to the Polish prisoners' blocks kitchen who used to get more food than the Jewish ones to steal some food for her sister. Till one day she was caught by an officer, beaten and stopped.

Selections were a routine and a few weeks later, Shelley was so sick from working at the nearby swamps, half body in the water picking weeds all day, she was selected to death. There was nothing Suzie could do but go nuts. But sentence didn’t come immediately. Every time a selection ended, the Nazis would lock the sentenced in an inner courtyard and let the others see them, but not approach them, breaking all spirits some more.

Shelley, apparently lost any faith she’d be able to survive told Suzie before she was gated: “dear sister, I am not afraid as there no point for me living anymore” . When she saw her sister taken to be gassed, Suzie vowed to make it no matter what, so she’ll be able to tell her story.

Soon after came a selection. She managed to escape and hide in the toilet barracks. Count three.

 

She often escaped a day’s work when she felt too weak. she knew she was risking a bullet in her head, but then, had she fallen weak in the field, a bullet in the head would have come anyways and she took her chance.

Another selection. sentenced to death. She said to herself “what? me? dead? not able to tell my story? no way!” and instinctively jumped to the selected to life line. An officer caught her and barked “you were on the other line”, she answered “no I wasn’t”, he repeated his words and so did she, daring to argue. He sternly looked at her and said, “ok then, now everyone will go through selection again”. She passed it this time around. Count four.

 

Next selection, she was so weak, she knew there’s no way she’s going to make it, so when she was 4th in line to see the infamous Josef Mengele, she again jumped to the line of selected to life, pretending she has already passed it. And managed. Count five.

In the spring of 1944, she was already “a senior” so was moved to Section C, Block #26, right next to the crematoriums. She noticed a huge hole being dug in the ground next to the crematoriums, being filled with logs. The answer to the question “what for?” came as soon as the trains from Hungary poured in. Almost 400,000 Jews were murdered in 6 weeks, so the crematoriums worked 24 hours a day but it wasn’t enough. That hole was an additional huge outdoor crematorium and she was witnessing a daily horror sight of babies and children’s bodies being thrown into the blazing fire.

With many Orthodox among the Hungarian Jews, they arrived with Torah books in their belongings. The Nazis wanted to use the books as burning substance, ordered one of her block mates to gather them in a pile. The girl cheated, took only 10 and with stones pretended it’s a big fire, hiding the rest of the books inside the block. When a search was conducted, the books were found. Suzie knew that girl won't survive a punishment and took the blame for hiding them. The Nazi officer gathered the entire group around her, took his club and didn’t stop beating her until he was completely out of breath. She didn’t think there was one unbroken bone in her body, but somehow, she pulled through. Count six.

 

Being “seniors”, they were told they can now apply for an extra portion of food. She went with a few block mates to register up and found out there’s a price to this extra food – donating blood to the German soldiers. And no, you can't regret applying or the deal. So once a month for the next 8 months, she was taken to donate blood from her frail and broken body and got an extra slice of bread that day. You can count from seven to fifteen.

 

Then came the “Death March” to Germany. Carrying that friend from the books, freezing and starved, they started marching in the middle of the night. She noticed many potato bags on the side of the road and didn’t understand why no one was picking up precious food. She decided to look into it when dawn breaks. And when dawn broke, she realized these were no potato bags, but dead bodies of men, who have started the march a day before them and collapsed from exhaustion.

2 days later, frozen and starving, she spotted a house with its door open without much thinking, jumped inside with her friend, straight to the fire place to warm up. They were caught a few minutes later, but miraculously, no bullet in the head. Count sixteen.

 

Arriving in Ravensbruck concentration camp in Germany, she was doing only “light” work, as a servant to an 82 year old S.S Officer. He said she reminds him of his daughter and always made sure to leave her extra food. Then came the Americans and liberation. Count seventeen.

She was taken to Berlin and admitted into a hospital where wounded S.S POW’s were kept. It was the first time she cried and begged to be out.

 

Making a long story short, it took almost 2.5 months, but she managed to arrive to Sofia. Finding her aunt’s house, she shared with her family the devastating news she’s the only survivor. Her aunt then brought the letter she wrote her on the train 2.5 years earlier. Suzie looked at it and broke down in tears saying “I sentenced them all to death. I signed only my own name and look, I’m the only one who’s still alive”. She often told me that feeling guilty never really left her.

In 1946 she boarded a ship to Palestine, arrived in Haifa and started working in a local factory.

She met an acquaintance from Thessaloniki who told her she’s going to visit family in Tel Aviv and she should come too. A short while later she did.

 

And this is where this photo comes in:

In Tel Aviv, she went to a “Groom’s Shabbat” my late grandmother attended too. My grams, a Bulgarian herself, spotted her beauty right away and asked “are you single?” Suzie answered “umm, yes…”, “are you interested in meeting a guy?”, “umm, yes, why not?”. My grams told her to come to a Café on the beach on Saturday afternoon, having her younger brother, Leon, in mind. Leon was a tall, handsome, heck of a dancer young guy still enjoying Tel Aviv’s ‘free spirit’… They met but he didn’t follow up. At the wedding, my grams asked Suzie why she didn’t like her brother. Suzie said “I did like him, but he never courted me”. That was enough for grams. She told her brother with her famous pointed finger gesture: “if you ever want me to speak with you again, you meet her, you take her out and I guarantee you you’ll fall in love and marry her”. He was tall and strong, but so was my grams – had you known her, you would have taken her seriously too. And like many things that had to do with my grams – it happened just as she said it would.

 

They got married 3 months later, sharing a love most of us just dream about. My grams adopted her as a younger sister. For 61 years, they didn’t lose that lovey-dovey look in their eyes, he admired her and she admired him back, always walking arm in arm, often going ballroom dancing. He, always in a suit and hat, she, always elegantly dressed and never a stray hair. Old World love, Old World charm that lasted till he died in 2008 at 94.

They were such an emblem of love, that my mom, who was very close to Suzie, asked her to get ready in their home on her wedding day with my dad, to be blessed in its spirit. My mom tells a beautiful story of that day and how my dad picked her up from there.

 

The photo is from an Erde family visit to Suzie and Leon’s. Suzie on the left, yours truly on her laps, my mom and Leon. The smile you see on Suzie’s face was always there when she saw me and this is how I’m going to keep her image in my heart and mind. A remarkable woman who defeated death countless times, so she can tell her story; she may have told it to stranger with a camera, but now, it’s out there for the world to read.

 

** I left a lot out. it wasn't easy, but I had to.. If you got to this line, it means you managed to read through and I thank you for that. **

It’s always at night.

 

When the house goes still, and the email pings go silent, and there’s nothing left to distract me from the hum in my chest. That same question always finds its way back, whispering with a voice that sounds exactly like mine.

  

How i wish i would have leave all behind, pack my vest, grab my cameras, and hit the road.

“What if I just went?”

 

And I never answer right away.

Because I know what comes next.

  

“Go where?”

Anywhere.

Ukraine? - “You’re too Brown for that!”

Gaza? - “You’re Jewish!”

Back to a place where your camera actually mattered.

Where stories still needed telling.

Where truth wasn’t buried under spreadsheets.

Go back to conflict? You already survived it once, that’s more than most get.

Go back to what? You can’t even breathe right anymore.

 

I want to help give voice to muted mouths.

“And in the progress, destory what is left of your mental capacity, and your life.”

  

“You’re 34 now. You’re not 22. You’ll die there.”

Maybe. But at least I’d die doing something that mattered.

“You already did. You already bled. You already ran. You already burned. Isn’t that enough?”

  

But it never is.

Not when the ghost of the old life follows me into bed.

 

I turn over. I stare at the ceiling. The light from the hallway spills under the door,

just enough to remind me: You’re not there anymore.

No broken glass underfoot. No crowds roaring. No boots. No bullets.

Just carpet. A soft pillow. Quiet.

 

“You miss it?!”

No. I miss purpose. There’s a difference.

I miss being needed. Being essential. Being the one who told the story.

“And what would that change now? You think going back would fix you? You think there’s redemption in one more warzone?”

 

I get up. Walk to the closet. Pull the chair.

Reach for the suitcase. Open it.

The vest is still there. Same one I cleaned by hand after it had soaked through with blood, mine and others’.

The one I promised I’d never put on again.

 

But still, I think about it.

Every day.

And tonight, I touched it.

“You idiot. You’re safe now. You have a salary, a company, a damn ergonomic chair and electric standing desk.”

So what? I’m empty. I sleep alone in a king-sized bed that feels like a solitary confinement.

 

“What are you but an adrenaline junkie who wants to leave a job millions would kill for!

A country that’s one of the safest in the world, to go chase a ghost from the past?

That same ghost that broke you, nearly killed you, more times than you can count.

And you do know. You don’t need to remember. Just look at your body—count the holes, the burn marks.

Don’t forget the ones that missed but would’ve been fatal. Best not forget those…”

 

Maybe I’m just an adrenaline junkie with survivor’s guilt. Maybe I want to leave comfort not for a cause, but for a fix. Maybe I’m still trying to prove something to a version of myself that no longer exists.

I don’t miss the danger. I miss what the danger meant. That I mattered. That someone needed to tell the truth. That I had something real to say.

And yes, this life I have now is a dream. And the more I live it, the more I feel like a coward for enjoying it. Every luxury feels like betrayal.

Every comfort feels like forgetting, I’ve survived more than I ever should have.

And yet I dread losing this life, this plush, protected, capitalist cocoon. Because I know the second I lose it, I’ll run. Back to stories. Back to risk. Back to meaning.

Isn’t that twisted?

 

“So you’d throw away all of this?

The warm apartment. The luxury. The team who respects me.

The passive income. The safety. The future.

You’d throw all of it away for what? A story? A body bag?”

 

I sit in silence

The vest across my lap. Maybe I won’t go.

Maybe I will. Maybe it’s not about going anywhere at all.

  

There’s a story from Passover that haunts me.

We focus on the Israelites who reached the Promised Land.

But I think about the others. The ones who never made it. The ones stuck in the desert.

The ones whose trauma kept them from crossing over. They wandered for 40 years.

not because they were lost, but because they were still carrying slavery inside them.

 

Maybe I’m just one of those who were never meant to cross over.

That’s me.

I’m not the one who enters the land. I’m the one stuck in the sand.

  

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A poignant winter scene captures the aftermath of the Bosnian War through the lens of resilience and survival. This photograph—taken near Tuzla, Bosnia and Herzegovina—features a father and child walking along a snow-covered road, plastic bags in hand, embodying the silent strength of those displaced by conflict. The yellow railing of the bridge frames the backdrop of steep hillsides and clustered homes that once buzzed with daily life but now bear the weight of war’s memory.

 

The foggy sky merges with the snow-covered landscape, creating a subdued color palette that echoes the region’s melancholic beauty. The road winds through the rugged hills, lined with patches of ice and snow, revealing the resilience of the people who navigated these treacherous paths to rebuild their lives.

 

This image is part of a broader documentation of warchitecture—a term coined by Lebanese architect Bernard Khoury that explores the haunting beauty of war-scarred buildings and landscapes. It reflects not only the physical scars left behind but also the emotional weight carried by those who survived.

 

From the Mihatovići refugee camp to Tuzla’s battered neighborhoods, this photograph stands as a testament to the strength and perseverance of Bosnian refugees.

Trafficking survivor and activist Alma (right) with Buklod's Vice President (left) with a program participant. Photo: Buklod

 

In March 2013, Equality Now launched Survivor Stories, a web-based campaign featuring first-hand narratives from survivors of trafficking and commercial sexual exploitation from around the world, and providing readers with related actions they can take to support the campaign. The series highlights courageous women, girls and organizations that are using their voices to shift societal perspectives, change laws, and change lives.

 

Survivor Stories partner organizations: Buklod (Philippines), AFESIP (Cambodia), Apne Aap (India), ChildVoice International (Uganda), Freedom from Sexual Exploitation (New Zealand), Gateways (USA), Klaipeda Social and Psychological Services Center ( Lithuania), New York State Anti-Trafficking Coalition (USA), Project Respect (Australia), Rebecca (UK), Stop Demand (New Zealand) and SOLWODI ( Kenya, Germany, Romania & Austria)

 

Survivor leadership is critical to effectively combat sex trafficking and commercial sexual exploitation. #ListenToSurvivors and advocate for change. Be a part of the solution.

 

Read their stories and TAKE ACTION at www.equalitynow.org/survivorstories

 

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In March of 2013, Equality Now launched Survivor Stories; a yearlong campaign featuring first-hand narratives from survivors of trafficking and commercial sexual exploitation from around the world. The campaign provides a forum for survivors to shape the conversation and be a part of the solution, and provides readers with related actions they can take to support the anti-trafficking and exploitation movement. Survivor Stories was launched to coincide with the 57th session of the United Nations Commission on the Status of Women, which discussed the elimination and prevention of all forms of violence against women and girls. Read Alma's and other Survivor Stories on our website at bit.ly/1lu7RxI

In March of 2013, Equality Now launched Survivor Stories; a yearlong campaign featuring first-hand narratives from survivors of trafficking and commercial sexual exploitation from around the world. The campaign provides a forum for survivors to shape the conversation and be a part of the solution, and provides readers with related actions they can take to support the anti-trafficking and exploitation movement. Survivor Stories was launched to coincide with the 57th session of the United Nations Commission on the Status of Women, which discussed the elimination and prevention of all forms of violence against women and girls. Read Alma's and other Survivor Stories on our website at www.equalitynow.org/survivorstories

Profile Name: Schlomo, the Unlikely Romeo

 

Age: 57

 

Location: Citywide Wanderer

 

About Schlomo:

 

Well, hello there! I'm Schlomo. Don't let the tough exterior fool you—I have a heart as big as my... personality. I've traveled roads less taken, and along the way, I've learned a thing or two about love and life.

 

Occupation: Professional life enthusiast and part-time philosopher. You can often find me at the local park offering pearls of wisdom for a sandwich.

 

Hobbies: People-watching, storytelling, and mastering the art of sandwich-making. I have a deep appreciation for the finer things in life—like a good nap on a sunny bench.

 

Favorite Things: Thunderstorms, good company, and any meal I didn’t have to fish out of a bin. I also have a soft spot for old love songs played on a scratchy radio.

 

Looking For: Someone who sees the world through rose-colored glasses, finds joy in small things, and isn't afraid of a little adventure. Must love laughter and have a penchant for hearty conversation.

 

Fun Fact: I once won a tango contest. My secret? It's all in the eyes, and maybe a little in the feet.

 

Ideal First Date: Let's grab a hot dog from my favorite street vendor, sit by the river, and share stories. If you can make me laugh, I'll let you in on the secret spot where the city looks magical at sunset.

  

Profile Name: Buch, The Diamond in the Rough

 

Age: 52

 

Location: Wherever the heart leads

 

About Buch:

 

Hello, I'm Buch—a survivor with a suitcase full of stories and not much else. But what I lack in material things, I make up for in spirit and experience. Once tethered by the chains of alcohol, I've been sober for six proud months and counting. My journey hasn't been easy, but it’s shaped me into someone who truly appreciates every new sunrise.

 

Occupation: Homeless freelance philosopher, part-time storyteller, and an expert in finding beauty in the bleakest corners.

 

Hobbies: Stargazing from various park benches and being a critic of the city’s impromptu musical performances. I find joy in the everyday melody of life.

 

Favorite Things: The first light of dawn, deep conversations that challenge my mind, and laughing until it heals the soul.

 

Looking For: I’m searching for someone who looks at life through a lens of empathy and understanding. Someone who knows that everyone has their battles and believes in second chances. If you can see the silver lining in the clouds, we might just be a match.

 

Fun Fact: I’ve mastered the art of creating gourmet meals from convenience store finds. I promise, you haven’t lived until you’ve tried my signature park bench picnic.

 

Ideal First Date: How about we share a cup of the city’s finest street-brewed coffee and exchange stories under the open sky? I’ll show you the city through the eyes of someone who’s seen it from the ground up, and together, we can find beauty in the forgotten corners.

Last Friday afternoon we thought we would never see this guy again. My daughter's dog, Jack, escaped their yard for an adventure and was missing for 72 hours.

 

We searched for 48 hours until we discovered that a local rescue group had our dog in an undisclosed location. The rescue group (ABC Animal Sanctuary) was called because Jack had wandered into a neighbors yard. The "resuer" completely ignored his ID tags, took him away saying he was clearly an abused dog, and held him at an undisclosed location, even after repeated requests by us to return him.

 

We finally called in the police (twice) and were kicked off the property of the animal sanctuary once because we actually demanded to have OUR DOG back! I have now discovered that this very same animal sanctuary was involved in a lawsuit after they illegally adopted out a dog that had been rescued from Hurricane Katrina. The rightful owner attempted to get her dog returned to her and ABC refused. It took a judge and a lawsuit 2 years to get the dog back to the original owner. It appears that this group believes that " we know what's best for the animals" and they seem to hide behind their high and mighty righteousness, when in fact they kept our dog against our will and wouldn't give him back!!

 

Here is the irony:Sarah and Paul adopted this dog 2 months ago. He had been a stray animal with no ID tags and no microchip. After 2 weeks of actively searching for his owner, they took him to the vet. He now has all his shots and is neutered. He is enrolled in obedience classes. He came to them with a slight limp and was thin as a rail. He is now quite healthy.

 

This story is filled with deception and I am pursuing it with the local media as well as considering a civil suit. The Phoenix police were GREAT and we would have never gotten our dog back without their intervention.

 

It's been a heck of a week!

Captured during the Siege of Sarajevo in the 1990s, this haunting image of Zetra Stadium’s interior tells a story of resilience amid destruction. Once a celebrated venue for the 1984 Winter Olympics, this space was transformed by the war into a makeshift refuge for displaced civilians and a storage area for humanitarian aid. In this photograph, shafts of sunlight filter through the gaping holes in the partially collapsed roof, illuminating the battered scoreboard that still bears the Olympic rings—a stark reminder of a time when Sarajevo was celebrated on the world stage.

 

The photograph captures not only the physical scars of conflict but also the resilience of the human spirit. The structure’s steel beams remain, though bent and broken, while the scoreboard, still proudly displaying the Olympic insignia, serves as a symbol of both defiance and remembrance. The white dome in the foreground hints at temporary structures that were brought in to support the humanitarian operations that unfolded under the constant threat of shelling.

 

This image is a powerful testament to warchitecture—the ways in which architecture becomes entangled in the realities of conflict. Zetra Stadium, once a place of athletic triumph and international unity, was transformed into a shelter for the vulnerable and a hub of logistical support during the darkest days of the siege.

 

Zetra’s transformation highlights the adaptability of human-made spaces in times of crisis. The survival of this scoreboard—its Olympic emblem weathered but still visible—speaks to the endurance of both structure and spirit in the face of relentless violence. Today, Zetra Stadium stands as a poignant reminder of Sarajevo’s Olympic legacy, the horrors of war, and the unyielding strength of its people.

Profile Name: Jeanmarc, the Worldly Wise

 

Age: 59

 

Location: Open Sky Residences

 

About Jeanmarc:

 

Salutations! I’m Jeanmarc, a gentleman of the road with more tales than your average novel. My life reads like a grand epic – from the vineyards of Bordeaux to the bustling streets where I now reside, every day is a new chapter.

 

Occupation: Philosopher of the pavements, sommelier of street-vended wine, and an unofficial guide to the stars.

 

Hobbies: I enjoy gourmet dining (anywhere I can light my portable stove), debating with pigeons about the mysteries of life, and serenading the moon with my harmonica.

 

Favorite Things: A well-aged bottle found in a bin, the smell of rain on dry concrete, and the sound of laughter that breaks through the monotony of a hard day.

 

Looking For: A companion who appreciates the wisdom of the streets and the beauty in the struggle. If you don’t mind sharing a bench and swapping stories under the city lights, we might just get along famously.

 

Fun Fact: I once traded philosophy lessons for meals at a five-star restaurant. I still visit to give the new chefs my ‘seasoned’ advice.

 

Ideal First Date: Let’s scour the farmer's market for fresh ingredients and whip up a feast fit for royalty. We’ll dine under the bridge and toast to life’s unpredictable beauty.

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"Faith in Fashion shares an ageless kind of fashion—a fashion that dares us to look under the surface, to uncover beauty that is more than 'skin deep.'

 

Because beauty is brave. Beauty is strong. Beauty is deep." Charity Plamondon

 

Photographed by Stephen Plamondon

Model: Charity P. @ JCVancouver.com

 

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Welcome to my channel! In this video, I share my personal journey as an ovarian cancer survivor and how I overcame this challenging disease. My name is Padmavathi, and I feel blessed to be able to share my story with you today.

 

Ovarian cancer is a serious condition that affects numerous women worldwide. Throughout my battle with this disease, I encountered numerous obstacles, but I persevered and ultimately defeated cancer. Through determination, a positive mindset, and the unwavering support from my loved ones and medical professionals, I managed to triumph.

 

In this emotional and inspiring video, I discuss my early symptoms, diagnostic process, various treatment options, and how I coped with the physical and emotional toll of ovarian cancer. I aim to shed light on the experiences faced by cancer patients and provide hope to those currently fighting this battle.

 

If you or someone you know is enduring ovarian cancer, I offer tips on maintaining a healthy lifestyle, physical and mental well-being, and the importance of seeking professional advice. Remember, you are not alone, and together, we can conquer this disease.

 

Join me on this incredible journey as I share my survival story, providing valuable insights, encouragement, and motivation. Let's spread awareness about ovarian cancer and empower individuals facing similar challenges. Together, we can make a difference!

 

Make sure to subscribe to my channel for more empowering videos and helpful resources related to cancer awareness and survivorship. Thank you for watching and supporting!

In the face of adversity, the human spirit has an incredible ability to shine through with resilience and determination. The story of prameela, a bone cancer survivor, is a testament to this strength. His journey is an inspiring tale of courage, hope, and the power of the human will.

 

The Diagnosis: A Life-Altering Revelation

prameela, was leading a vibrant and active life when his world was suddenly turned upside down. In [year], he received the devastating news that he had been diagnosed with bone cancer, a rare and aggressive form of the disease. The initial shock and fear were overwhelming, but he resolved to confront his diagnosis head-on.

 

The Treatment Odyssey: Battling Against All Odds

prameela's treatment journey was far from easy. Enduring rigorous rounds of chemotherapy, surgery, and targeted therapies, he faced physical and emotional challenges that tested his limits. The support of his family, friends, and medical team played a pivotal role in helping him navigate the rollercoaster of treatments, side effects, and setbacks.

 

Amidst the pain and uncertainty,prameela held onto a steadfast determination to regain control of his life. He embraced a holistic approach to healing, incorporating mindfulness, nutrition, and gentle exercise into his routine to alleviate the toll that cancer and its treatments had on his body and mind.

 

Turning Setbacks into Strength: A New Perspective

Throughout his battle, prameela encountered moments of doubt and discouragement, but he refused to let them define his journey. Instead, he turned setbacks into opportunities for growth and self-discovery. His perspective shifted, and he began to view his experience as a chance to appreciate life's simplest joys, cultivate gratitude, and find purpose in his struggles.

 

The Road to Remission: Celebrating Victory

After months of unwavering determination,prameela received the news he had longed for: he was in remission. His journey had been marked by both physical and emotional scars, but it was also adorned with small victories, moments of triumph, and an unbreakable spirit.

 

Inspiring Others: Sharing the Light of Hope

prameela knew that his story could offer hope to others navigating their own cancer journeys. He began sharing his experience through public speaking engagements, writing a blog, and connecting with fellow survivors. His story became a beacon of inspiration, reminding others that they are not alone in their fight and that there is light at the end of the tunnel.

 

prameela's triumph over bone cancer stands as a living testament to the indomitable human spirit. His story reminds us that in the face of adversity, we have the power to rise, to overcome, and to inspire others with our unwavering courage and resilience.

In this inspiring video, join Nerella Buchaiah as he shares his incredible journey of surviving pancreatic cancer. Discover his remarkable story of resilience, hope, and determination to overcome this formidable disease. Nerella will take you through his battle, from the initial diagnosis to the revolutionary treatment he received at Punarjan Ayurveda Hospital. Through this emotional and empowering tale, you will gain insights into the challenges faced by pancreatic cancer patients and witness the indomitable spirit of a survivor. Don't miss this gripping account that spreads awareness, offers support, and offers a glimmer of hope to those fighting pancreatic cancer.

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In this inspiring YouTube video, we share the powerful and heartfelt story of a liver cancer survivor who defied all odds and found hope amidst their challenging journey. Join us as we delve into their courageous battle against this ruthless disease and witness their unwavering determination to triumph over it. Throughout this 800-character SEO-optimized description, we unravel the survivor's emotional and empowering account, revealing their struggles, victories, and the invaluable lessons they learned along the way. Discover their remarkable resilience and unwavering spirit as they inspire viewers to find hope in the face of adversity. Don't miss this remarkable tale of strength, survival, and the indomitable human spirit.

V.S.R Murthy is a retired electrical engineer. He is 79 years old and has five daughters. Also, Mr. Murthy is a very disciplined person who never skipped a single step in life. After his retirement, he shifted to Hyderabad in 2002. Shri Murthy’s mother is 101 years old. There is no doubt that he has fulfilled his responsibilities in life.

 

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ఆయుర్వేదంతో క్యాన్సర్ వ్యాధికి ట్రీట్మెంట్:

 

క్యాన్సర్ ట్రీట్మెంట్లో అన్ని వైద్యాల కంటే ఆయుర్వేదం మహాద్భుతంగా పనిచేస్తుందని నిరూపించారు పునర్జన్ ఆయుర్వేద & సిద్ధ హాస్పిటల్ వ్యవస్థాపకులు డా. వెంకటేశ్వర రెడ్డి గారు.

ఈయన దశాబ్దానికిపైగా రసాయన ఆయుర్వేదంపై లోతైన పరిశోధనలు చేసి తద్వారా క్యాన్సర్ వ్యాధిని నియంత్రించేందుకు విశేషమైన కృషి చేస్తున్నారు.

 

దైవవైద్యంగా చెప్పబడే రసాయన ఆయుర్వేద వైద్యానికి క్యాన్సర్ కణాలపై పోరాడే శక్తి ఉందని విశ్వసించి దానిని ఆచరణలో పెట్టి క్యాన్సర్ ట్రీట్మెంట్లో అద్భుత ఫలితాలను కూడా సాధిస్తున్నారు.

 

భారత సనాతన ధర్మంలో ఆయుర్వేదానికి ఎంతో ప్రాముఖ్యత ఉందని చెబుతూనే ఆయుర్వేదంపై అవగాహన పెంచే అనేక కార్యక్రమాలు చేస్తున్నారు డా. వెంకటేశ్వర రెడ్డి గారు. ఈ క్రమంలోనే పునర్జన్ ఆయుర్వేద & సిద్ధ హాస్పిటల్ ద్వారా ఈ పదేళ్ళలోనే ఎందరో జీవితాల్లో వెలుగులు నింపారు. క్యాన్సర్ ట్రీట్మెంట్లపై అవగాహన లేకుండా ఏ వైద్యాన్ని పెడితే ఆ వైద్యాన్ని నమ్మి మోసపోవద్దని చెబుతూనే ఆయుర్వేదాన్ని విశ్వసించమని విజ్ఞప్తి చేస్తున్నారు.

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In this inspiring video, join Nerella Buchaiah as he shares his incredible journey of surviving pancreatic cancer. Discover his remarkable story of resilience, hope, and determination to overcome this formidable disease. Nerella will take you through his battle, from the initial diagnosis to the revolutionary treatment he received at Punarjan Ayurveda Hospital. Through this emotional and empowering tale, you will gain insights into the challenges faced by pancreatic cancer patients and witness the indomitable spirit of a survivor. Don't miss this gripping account that spreads awareness, offers support, and offers a glimmer of hope to those fighting pancreatic cancer.

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ఆయుర్వేదంతో క్యాన్సర్ వ్యాధికి ట్రీట్మెంట్:

 

క్యాన్సర్ ట్రీట్మెంట్లో అన్ని వైద్యాల కంటే ఆయుర్వేదం మహాద్భుతంగా పనిచేస్తుందని నిరూపించారు పునర్జన్ ఆయుర్వేద & సిద్ధ హాస్పిటల్ వ్యవస్థాపకులు డా. వెంకటేశ్వర రెడ్డి గారు.

ఈయన దశాబ్దానికిపైగా రసాయన ఆయుర్వేదంపై లోతైన పరిశోధనలు చేసి తద్వారా క్యాన్సర్ వ్యాధిని నియంత్రించేందుకు విశేషమైన కృషి చేస్తున్నారు.

For more info visit : www.youtube.com/watch?v=Zk9eOxAAjxM

 

In this inspiring video, join Nerella Buchaiah as he shares his incredible journey of surviving pancreatic cancer. Discover his remarkable story of resilience, hope, and determination to overcome this formidable disease. Nerella will take you through his battle, from the initial diagnosis to the revolutionary treatment he received at Punarjan Ayurveda Hospital. Through this emotional and empowering tale, you will gain insights into the challenges faced by pancreatic cancer patients and witness the indomitable spirit of a survivor. Don't miss this gripping account that spreads awareness, offers support, and offers a glimmer of hope to those fighting pancreatic cancer.

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In this inspiring video, join Nerella Buchaiah as he shares his incredible journey of surviving pancreatic cancer. Discover his remarkable story of resilience, hope, and determination to overcome this formidable disease. Nerella will take you through his battle, from the initial diagnosis to the revolutionary treatment he received at Punarjan Ayurveda Hospital. Through this emotional and empowering tale, you will gain insights into the challenges faced by pancreatic cancer patients and witness the indomitable spirit of a survivor. Don't miss this gripping account that spreads awareness, offers support, and offers a glimmer of hope to those fighting pancreatic cancer.

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