This is a very personal piece about holding on to faith and hope while watching someone you love fight for their life. It’s not easy to share, but sometimes words help us breathe again. 💭“ Hope : The Only Thing I Have Left 🌤️”

My mum is sick.
We’ve come so far, tried every treatment, prayed every prayer, and waited on every result. But the doctor says there’s not much left they can do.

Some days, that truth sits so heavy I can barely breathe, especially being alone in a strange land. Watching someone you love fade, knowing you can’t fix it… ughhhhh!!! it breaks something deep inside.

But even here, in this ache, I still find myself holding on to one thing: hope.
Not because it’s easy. Not because I’m strong.
But because I don’t know what else to hold on to.

Hope shows up in the smallest ways , in the sound of her laughter on the good days, in the way sunlight rests on her face, in the quiet faith that God still has a plan even when I don’t understand.

Sometimes hope feels like a whisper, sometimes like a fight.

But it’s still here. And maybe that’s enough.🌸🌸