Juanita Lira Eguiguren was an extraordinary woman who, despite enduring immense challenges, left a lasting legacy in the realm of health and well-being. Tragically, she passed away at just thirty years old after a courageous battle with breast cancer.
Diagnosed at the age of 22, Juanita confronted her illness with remarkable bravery and an inspiring spirit. She was a firm believer in the power of positive thinking, even in the face of overwhelming adversity. In a heartfelt message before her passing, she shared, “Hope is peace for me,” reflecting her unwavering belief that while we may not control our circumstances, we can choose how we respond to them. This mindset gave her comfort and strength throughout her fight.
Juanita came from a family deeply rooted in public service—her father was the mayor of Lo Barnechea, Chile. Her passing left the community in mourning, but those who loved her take solace in knowing she has found peace. Her courage, perseverance, and optimism live on in the hearts of those she inspired.
Her diagnosis came just as she was preparing to embark on a new adventure: studying abroad in Barcelona, Spain. Though her plans were derailed, Juanita faced this challenge with resilience. She underwent surgery and radiation therapy while maintaining a hopeful outlook on her recovery.
Despite the physical and emotional toll of her illness, Juanita achieved significant milestones. She completed her degree, fell in love, and eventually got married—all while battling cancer. These personal victories offered moments of hope, but in 2017, devastating news arrived: the cancer had returned and spread to her sternum, lymph nodes, and lungs. Even then, Juanita continued to face her circumstances with immense strength.
In addition to her personal achievements, Juanita left her mark on the professional world. She founded “The Healthy Route,” a health-conscious catering business that also provided wellness advice. Through this platform, Juanita reached a wide audience, gaining over 245,000 followers on Instagram, where she shared her journey and encouraged others to prioritize their health and well-being.
Juanita Lira Eguiguren’s life stands as a testament to resilience, hope, and the power of perseverance. Though her time was cut short, her impact on the world of health and wellness endures. Her story reminds us all that optimism and strength can carry us through even the greatest challenges, and that we each have the power to make a lasting difference in the lives of others.
Let us remember Juanita as a symbol of courage and inspiration, whose legacy continues to motivate others to face their struggles with hope and determination.
MY HUSBAND LEFT ME WITH KIDS AND ALL THIS HEAVY LUGGAGE TO GET HOME ON MY OWN WHILE HE HUNG OUT WITH FRIENDS – THE LESSON I TAUGHT HIM WAS HARSH.
The roar of the airplane engines faded into the background as I stepped off the plane, two tired toddlers clinging to my legs. I scanned the crowd, expecting to see Tom, my husband, his familiar smile a welcome sight after a long flight. But he wasn’t there.
I called him, my heart sinking with each unanswered ring. Finally, he picked up, his voice casual, almost breezy. “Hey, honey! How was the flight?”
“Where are you?” I asked, my voice tight. “You were supposed to pick us up.”
“Oh, right!” he said, a hint of sheepishness in his tone. “Mike called. He’s in town, and we decided to grab a drink. Just for a few hours. You can manage, right?”
“Manage?” I repeated, my voice rising. “Tom, I have two toddlers, a stroller, and three heavy suitcases. I can’t ‘just manage’!”
“Come on, it’s just for a few hours. You can manage,” he replied again, dismissing my concerns with a wave of his voice.
I hung up, my anger a burning ember in my chest. He had abandoned me, his family, for a few hours of drinks with a friend. I felt a surge of resentment, a feeling that had been simmering for years, now boiling over.
The next few hours were a blur of chaos. I struggled to wrangle the kids, their tired whines echoing through the airport. I wrestled the stroller, a monstrous contraption designed to fold with the dexterity of a Rubik’s Cube, and lugged the suitcases, each one a testament to the sheer volume of “essential” items toddlers require.
By the time I finally made it home, I was exhausted, my body aching, my patience frayed. But as I collapsed onto the couch, a plan began to form in my mind. Tom had underestimated me. He had assumed I would simply accept his dismissive attitude, his blatant disregard for my time and effort. He was wrong.
The next day, I woke up with a renewed sense of purpose. I packed a small bag, kissed the kids goodbye, and left a note on the kitchen table.
“Gone to visit a friend. Will be back when I feel like it. You can manage, right?”
I drove to a nearby spa, a place I had always wanted to visit but never had the time or money for. I spent the day indulging in massages, facials, and manicures, reveling in the quiet solitude.
I turned off my phone, ignoring the barrage of calls and texts from Tom. I wanted him to experience what I had experienced: the feeling of being abandoned, of being taken for granted.
The next day, I went shopping, buying myself a new outfit, a pair of designer shoes, and a luxurious handbag. I spent the evening at a fancy restaurant, savoring a delicious meal and a glass of wine.
I returned home late that night, to find Tom pacing the living room, his face etched with worry. The kids were asleep, the house a mess.
“Where have you been?” he demanded, his voice laced with anxiety.
“Out,” I replied, my voice cool.
“Out? All day? All night?”
“Yes,” I said, “I needed some time to myself.”
“But… but the kids,” he stammered. “I didn’t know what to do.”
“You managed,” I said, a hint of sarcasm in my voice.
He looked at me, his eyes filled with confusion and a dawning realization. “You… you did this on purpose.”
“Yes, Tom,” I said, “I did. I wanted you to understand what it feels like to be left alone, to be taken for granted.”
He looked down at his feet, shamefaced. “I’m sorry,” he mumbled. “I didn’t think…”
“That’s the problem, Tom,” I said, my voice soft but firm. “You didn’t think. You assumed I would always be there, always manage, no matter what.”
He nodded, his eyes filled with remorse. “I understand,” he said. “I won’t do it again.”
I looked at him, searching his eyes for sincerity. I saw genuine regret, a flicker of understanding.
“Good,” I said. “Because I won’t tolerate it again.”
From that day on, Tom was a changed man. He became more attentive, more considerate, more appreciative of my time and effort. He learned that partnership meant sharing the load, not dumping it all on one person.
And I learned that sometimes, a little bit of payback can go a long way in teaching a valuable lesson.
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