Stay strong, little brother. You already bear the name of a warrior, Jacob. Trust in God; He is great, powerful, and merciful. Take heart, for faith moves mountains. Pray for your health! Big hug in Christ Jesus and Mother Mary!
Today I ate a slice of pizza in a hospital bed and tried to smile as if everything were normal. Some days feel “good.” And others feel heavy. At 16, I thought my problems would be school, my friends, and weekend plans… but now my routine is studying, needles, and waiting. Even so, I’m learning to celebrate the little things: a good result, a peaceful night, a laugh that returns. If you’re reading this, I don’t need perfect words—just a simple sentence, a kind thought, a little bit of hope for today.
