👑 My Plastic Surgeon Tried to Make Me Miss Beyoncé

So listen...

There are a lot of things I expected to lose when I was diagnosed with breast cancer: my peace, my hair, my sense of control, maybe even some body parts.

But my Beyoncé tickets?

Absolutely not.

Not on my watch.

Joy in the Midst of Chaos

They don’t tell you that cancer doesn’t just come for your body — it comes for your plans, your calendar, your joy, your future.

Every appointment becomes a negotiation.

Every decision is layered in fear.

And somehow, you’re supposed to coordinate multiple specialists like you’re producing a Broadway show on a public school budget.

So there we were — trying to coordinate my oncologist and my plastic surgeon for the next phase of my treatment.

(Shoutout to Team Too Many Calendars.)

And what did my plastic surgeon say?

“Well, the first available date we can lock in is… July.”

JULY.

Y’all.

Beyoncé and I are in Atlanta in July.

I bought these tickets before cancer.

Before surgery.

Before this new version of my body.

And to be real, it’s been one of the only things keeping me pushing through recovery.

What’s a Girl to Do?

Now listen — am I choosing Beyoncé over medical procedures?

Technically no.

I’m just asking if we can schedule cancer around Cowboy Carter.

Priorities. 🙃

Because honestly, I don’t think that’s ridiculous.

In fact, I think it’s necessary.

When life is chaotic and terrifying and heavy, you need things that remind you who you were before the storm.

You need reasons to get out of bed that aren’t rooted in fear.

You need joy.

For me, joy has a name.

And it’s Mrs. Carter.

Laughter is Medicine Too

People might say my priorities are off.

But maybe… they’re actually right where they need to be.

I want to fight this disease with everything I have — and that includes glitter, vocals, and choreography.

So no, I’m not ditching treatment.

I’m just making sure I have something beautiful to look forward to on the other side of it.

Because the truth is:

• Beyoncé gives me life.

• Cancer tried to take it.

• And I’m not letting both win.

  
  

Your Joy Matters Too

If you’re going through it right now — whether it’s cancer, grief, burnout, or just life being life — I want you to know this:

You are allowed to hold joy in one hand and hard things in the other.

You are allowed to laugh through the tears.

You are allowed to fight for your future and still show up for your present.

Whether it’s Beyoncé, a baby cousin’s birthday, or a trip to Target with your bestie — let yourself want something good.

Let joy push you to heal faster.

Let it be the medicine they can’t prescribe.

🎤 So no, I won’t miss Beyoncé.

And if my plastic surgeon has to learn to two-step around my recovery calendar, so be it.

I’m still Khira.

I’m still healing.

And I’m still going to the show.

🖤Khira