08/08/2025
To My Warrior Chloe
You were only 5 years old when cancer came into our lives a word no parent ever wants to hear, especially with their child’s name beside it. What should have been years filled with playgrounds and school days became surgeries, hospital beds, and quiet prayers whispered in the dark. Today marks 7 years since you walked into that operating room so small, so brave to have the cancer removed from your body.
I remember every moment of that day. The way I held your hand, kissed your face, and tried to smile even though my heart was breaking. I remember the way you tried to comfort me with your tiny little hand caressing my face, wiping the tears that I was trying so hard to fight away and telling me that it’s all going to be ok, the prayers, the waiting,the kind of waiting that felt like a lifetime . I remember whispering, over and over, Please let her come back to me. So much family filled that waiting room sitting shoulder to shoulder, holding hands, praying with everything they had. That room overflowed with love, fear, and hope. You were not fighting alone. You had an army behind you. I will always and forever be grateful to all the love and support we received.
7 years since that fight began and still, it feels like it all just happened. The fear. The uncertainty. The sound of monitors beeping. The helplessness of watching you go through pain I wished so badly I could take from you. Those memories are stitched into me, forever.
And yet, here you are.12 years old,full of life, laughter, and an unstoppable spirit.
You faced more in your early years than many face in a lifetime, and you met it all with courage and grace far beyond your age. You didn’t just survive you rose. You grew. You thrived. And every single day since, you’ve reminded me what true strength looks like.
The pain though buried beneath the blessings of today still lives in my subconscious. It haunts me in quiet moments, in unexpected dreams, in the way I hold my breath every time you say you don’t feel well. I carry that fear in places I don’t always speak about, because watching you suffer was a pain I could never prepare for. You are not just my daughter.You are my hero. My reminder of what matters. My daily proof that miracles exist.
I thank God every day for your life for your healing, your heart, and for the privilege of walking beside you as you grow into the extraordinary person you are becoming.
I love you more than words can ever say
