Last night, in the dark, Yolanda reached for my hand in her sleep and squeezed it with everything she had.
For a few seconds, I couldn’t breathe.
It felt like she was telling me:
Don’t give up on me.
I won’t.
We have had a beautiful life together.
And I don’t believe we are finished. Our team agrees. We are witnessing miracle after miracle. 🙏
Cancer has taken enough. Years of chemotherapy, procedures, infections, emergency hospitalizations, and complications from chemotherapy and immunotherapy have pushed her body to the edge.
But she is still here.
Still fighting.
And so am I.
We are pursuing every path we believe may help her, including approaches outside the traditional playbook. We are fighting for healing, strength, comfort, and more time. The results thus far are beyond encouraging.
To everyone who has prayed, donated, shared, called, written, or stood beside us:
Thank you. You have helped carry us through the darkest days of our lives.
But we still desperately need you.
Please pray for Yolanda.
Please share this post.
And if you are able, please help us continue this fight:
❤️
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Even one repost could put this in front of the person who changes everything.
I’m still holding her hand.
She’s still squeezing mine.
We are not done.