She is a mother.
She is battling stage 4 cancer 🎗️.
And every breath she takes is for the little boy who calls her “Mom.”

There have been many days like this—appointments 🏥 that blur together, waiting rooms filled with silence, quiet nights 🌙 where worries feel heavier than sleep. Days touched by fear… and carried through by strength she didn’t know she had 💪.

She keeps going for the one resting against her 🤱.
For that tiny breath.
That warmth.
That life held so close.

Held by love 🤍.
Covered by prayer 🙏.
Grateful—deeply, humbly—for another day ✨.

Some days are loud with hope.
Some days are quiet with endurance.
But every day, she shows up. And that matters more than words can say.

If you have a simple word of encouragement 💬 or a quiet prayer whispered from the heart 🤲, please leave it below.
Because sometimes, love shared—soft, unseen, sincere—is exactly what helps us keep going ❤️.