Eleven years ago, my firstborn was born at 31 weeks. I had been on bedrest for nearly 3 months. She was a tiny four pounds, eleven ounces. She was the most beautiful little girl I'd ever seen. I named her Hope- because it took so much faith and listening to doctors at the time to even get her safely into this world.
I've just recently learned from the doctors that she will have the biggest battle she's ever had to face coming up. They've diagnosed her with cancer. When the biopsy results come back, they're pretty sure it will confirm it is Ewing's Sarcoma- an aggressive bone cancer. Chemo therapy will start this week.
|My daughter, Hope, on the left. One of her best friends, Bri (Triana's daughter), on the right.|
They love to play dress up and pose.