12/13/2025
Devin is only two years old.
At an age when he should be safe at home, surrounded by family, learning how to play and laugh, Devin is fighting the deadliest form of brain cancer. He loves Marvel and DC superheroes—Spider-Man, Batman, all the heroes who save the world. He carries them with him into hospital rooms, not knowing that he is the real hero.
Our lives began to unravel in ways we never imagined. On October 16th, Devin’s little sister passed away. We were barely surviving the grief when, exactly one month later on November 16th, Devin was diagnosed with the most aggressive and deadly form of brain cancer. Our family was shattered twice in just thirty days.
We fought with everything we had. Devin was enrolled in the SJYC07 clinical trial, holding onto hope that it would stop the tumor from growing. It didn’t. His brain tumor continued to progress. Still, we refused to stop. Devin endured six straight months of chemotherapy, spending more time in hospital rooms than at home. Then he faced 31 sessions of radiation—treatments meant for adults, not a two-year-old. And still, the tumor continued to grow.
Because of Devin’s care, we were forced to relocate far away from our home. We left behind everything familiar—our support system, our stability, our sense of normal life. We live without family nearby, without the comfort of familiar faces. Every day feels lonely. Every night feels uncertain.
We struggle month to month just to survive. Bills pile up while medical needs never stop. There are days when I don’t know how we will make it through the next week, let alone the next month. I am a single parent, trying to be strong while everything around us feels like it is falling apart.
Now, Devin is on palliative care.
Those words changed everything. Time no longer feels promised. I watch my baby clutch his superheroes while doctors speak softly about comfort instead of cure. No parent should ever have to prepare their heart for that kind of reality.
As if this wasn’t already too much, just one week ago I received my own devastating diagnosis. I became seriously ill and was hospitalized for a week. During that time, doctors discovered a rare tumor in my esophagus. Even in my own hospital bed, my thoughts never left Devin. I am terrified—but I don’t have the luxury to fall apart.
This family has lost a child, watched another suffer beyond what any toddler should endure, and faced devastating diagnoses back-to-back. We have lost our home, our stability, and our sense of safety. Yet somehow, we are still standing.
We are holding onto God with everything we have. Faith is the only thing carrying us when nothing else makes sense. We pray for strength when there are no words left, and we trust God to carry us through what we cannot survive on our own.
Devin is only two years old. He loves superheroes. And even as his little body grows tired, his spirit continues to fight. Our story is one of unbearable loss, unshakable love, and a family clinging to faith through the darkest season of our lives.
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