Битката продължава The battle continues

My mother... my sunshine, my support, the person who taught me strength without words - is fighting the fiercest battle today. A battle with a cancer that has not just returned... it has grown, spread - metastasized.

After all the chemo treatments, after every drop of hope we held tightly in our hands, the moment came when her body no longer responded to treatment. She became resistant. And she... she's still standing upright. With tired eyes, but a spirit that refuses to give up.

She now has six more chemotherapy treatments to go. Six more rounds of this grueling journey where pain, fear and hope walk together. I look at her - sometimes quiet, sometimes brave to the point of brutality - and wonder how it is possible for one heart to carry so much.

She is not just a sick person. She is my mother. The woman who sang lullabies to me when I was scared. And now I whisper words of faith to her when she's scared.

It hurts. It hurts like hell. But I won't stop believing. I won't let her. I will walk beside her, with every step, with every blink, with every "it's gonna be okay", even when we both know we're not sure.

Because she deserves every chance. Because our love admits no diagnoses.