A Small Light Can Carry Me
I don’t remember the moment the word cancer entered my life — only how everything became quieter  . Conversations changed. Tests replaced playtime. And before I learned how to explain my feelings, I learned what courage feels like  .

I’m 11. I still love laughing, silly videos, games, and good days with food I can enjoy  . I love being seen as a normal kid — not a problem, not sad news.
Some mornings I feel strong  . Some days I feel tired. Sometimes I smile so my family won’t worry. Sometimes I stay quiet — because even being brave can feel heavy  .

I don’t need perfect words. Sometimes what saves my day is something small  : “I’m with you.” “God bless you.” “I’m rooting for you.”
I’m not asking for pity  . Just a little light — a prayer, a blessing, a kind thought. If you leave one, I’ll keep it like a hug  .