This is my mom. Her name is Maggie 🤍.
And right now, she is walking through one of the hardest chapters of her life.

Not running.
Not hiding.
Just walking forward—step by step—with courage in her heart, faith in her soul, and love guiding every breath 🙏✨.

She isn’t fighting only for herself.
She’s fighting for the moments still waiting ahead 🌅—for hugs not yet shared 🤗, laughter not yet heard, memories not yet written 📖. She’s fighting for tomorrow, even on days when today feels unbearably heavy 🤍.

When I look at her, I don’t just see illness.
I don’t just see a struggle.

I see strength 💪.
I see a warrior who refuses to give up ✨.
I see a mother whose love is louder than fear, stronger than pain, and deeper than words ❤️‍🔥.

Even on the quiet days—when worry whispers and the road feels long—she carries hope softly, like a flame protected by her hands 🕯️. She teaches me that bravery doesn’t always roar; sometimes it simply shows up again and again 🤍.

If you believe in the power of kindness, prayer, and hope 🌿, please pause for a moment and send love her way 🤲.
A simple ❤️.
A gentle thought.
A quiet prayer whispered into the universe.

They matter more than you know.
They travel farther than words.
And they remind her—and us—that she is not walking this path alone 🤍✨.