I never thought this would be my story — being the parent of a child with cancer. Nothing prepares you for the way the ground shifts beneath you, or how quickly life redraws its boundaries. This space is where I pour out the things I can’t always say aloud: the fear that creeps in at night, the pride that catches me off guard, the exhaustion that settles deep in my bones, and the surprising moments of grace that find their way through the cracks. None of it fits neatly together. It’s messy and unfiltered, sometimes heavy, sometimes hopeful — but always real. This is what it means to keep standing when life remakes you from the inside out.