At just 18 months old, our daughter knew only hospital walls 🏥.
Monitors, IV lines, quiet hallways, and the sound of footsteps outside her room were her world. Doctors weren’t sure she would ever leave that place—but God had other plans 🙏.

Before she could speak full sentences, Lara was fighting lung cancer 🎗️.
Words like chemo, transplant, and scans became part of our daily language. Months passed in cycles of treatment, tests, waiting, and sleepless nights filled with prayers whispered through tears. We learned how fragile time can feel—and how strong love can be.

Yesterday, everything changed ✨.

After eight long months of treatment and a transplant, her scans came back clear 🤍. Clear. A word we had been afraid to hope for too loudly. Nurses clapped softly 👏 as Lara waved goodbye, standing proud in her little yellow dress 💛—a moment that felt unreal, holy, and overwhelming all at once.

For the first time, we didn’t walk out carrying fear.
We didn’t leave as patients.

We went home as a family 🏡.

Lara is cancer-free 🤍.
And every ordinary moment ahead—every laugh, every step, every bedtime story—now feels like a miracle we will never take for granted ✨.