Today, Khloe completed her first round of chemotherapy π€.
What began with quiet worry and unanswered questions slowly turned into hospital rooms, beeping machines, and long nights under unfamiliar lights π₯π. Days blurred together, measured in treatments and waiting.
Her parents watched closely β helpless at times, hopeful always β praying in whispers when words felt too heavy π.
Small hands.
A steady fight.
Strength that reaches far beyond her years.
Each day has been carried by faith.
Each moment held gently with hope β¨.
Khloeβs journey is just beginning, but her courage already speaks loudly.
If you have a kind word, a prayer, or a moment of encouragement to share, please leave it below π€π.