A family’s raw, honest journey through fear, faith, and the fight for a little boy’s life

There are moments in life when fear becomes a constant companion—moments when you wake up each day bracing for more pain, more uncertainty, more heartache. For our family, this season has been the hardest we have ever lived through. Every day feels like the same painful loop: machines beeping, doctors rushing in, sleepless nights, and the haunting question that none of us dare say out loud—When will this nightmare end?

We are still walking through the darkest valley, and some days it feels like there is no way out. But even here, in the middle of the fear and exhaustion, we hold on to one truth: Branson is still fighting. And so are we.

A Setback That Broke Us All Over Again

Today was another crushing blow. Our sweet Branson had to go back on oxygen after his levels dropped again. The sight of those tubes… the sound of the ventilator… it never gets easier. Doctors ran every test, and thankfully everything came back clear. But the relief faded quickly.

They reminded us that this is another cruel side effect of the adenovirus that refuses to leave his fragile body. As if that wasn’t enough, the BK virus has also returned, adding yet another layer to this already impossible battle.

No child should have to endure this. And yet, here he is—fighting with everything he has.

His Body Is Exhausted, but His Spirit Still Reaches for Hope

Last week, Branson received another infusion of donor cells—another attempt to give his immune system the strength it desperately needs. But the toll on his tiny body is becoming more visible each day.

His intestines are severely inflamed. He vomits. He can barely eat or drink. The pain is relentless, and so is the weakness. Carrying him now feels like carrying a feather—one that trembles in your hands because it is so vulnerable, yet somehow still so brave.

We wanted to place a feeding tube to help him get the nutrition he needs to survive, but the doctors said it’s too dangerous. His platelet levels are far too low. Even something as simple as helping him eat has become a risk.

It is heartbreaking to watch your child suffer and know you can’t take the pain away. It breaks you in ways you never knew you could break.

The Pain of Being Far From Home

We miss home. We miss our routine, our comfort, the little moments of normalcy that used to fill our lives. We miss family. We miss our old life—the one that existed before fear became our shadow.

But no matter how hard this gets, we stay because Branson needs us. Because this is the battlefield where our boy is fighting for his life. Because leaving is not an option.

Every day we whisper the same prayer:
“Please, let him heal. Please, let him come home.”

But Even in Darkness, Branson Shows Us Light

Branson is exhausted. We can see it in his eyes. But those same eyes show something else too—a determination that defies the pain. A strength far beyond his years. He is tired, but he is not giving up.

And when we feel like we can’t keep going, he becomes our strength.

Every prayer spoken over him, every message, every ounce of support lifts him in ways we can’t explain. Love has become one of the most powerful medicines he receives—one that no machine, no test, no chart can measure.

He Deserves a Childhood — Not a Hospital Room

Branson deserves to be healthy. To run. To play. To laugh freely. To feel the sun on his face without monitors attached to him. To live a childhood untouched by pain.

The cruelty of this illness should never have reached him. No parent should ever have to watch their child endure suffering like this. And yet, here we are, fighting every day so he can one day taste the joy and freedom he deserves.

We refuse to give up. We will fight as long as he fights.

Our Prayer Never Changes

We pray for his body to heal.
For the viruses to clear.
For his pain to ease.
For his strength to return.
For his smile to light up a room again.

Every single day we see how much he has endured. And every day we are reminded of how much he still deserves.

But through all the pain, we still catch glimpses of the fighter he is. Even when his body is weak, his spirit whispers, “I’m not done.” And that is why we stay strong. That is why we hope. That is why we keep going.

Your Prayers Matter More Than You Know

We are asking—humbly, desperately—for your prayers. Every prayer gives him hope. Every kind message becomes fuel for his fight. Every bit of love lifts him when the days feel unbearable.

Your support is not just comforting—it is life-giving. We cannot walk this road alone, and your kindness has become a lifeline we cling to.

Branson Deserves His Future — And We Will Fight Until He Has It

Branson deserves a future filled with joy, laughter, and healing. A future where hospital beds are replaced with playgrounds, where monitors are replaced with birthday candles, and where pain is replaced with peace.

Please keep him in your prayers. Please help us share his story so more hearts can stand with him. Together, we can surround Branson with the strength he needs to keep fighting. Together, we can carry him through the darkness until he reaches the light.

From the bottom of our hearts—thank you for loving our boy. Thank you for helping him hold on. Thank you for fighting this battle with us.