Two weeks — that’s all the time little Brielle had before the hospital doors opened for her again. Just fourteen days… and yet her tiny body already cried out for help once more. 😞💉

Not long ago, we were celebrating small victories:
✨ Four full weeks between infusions — we felt hope.
Then it dropped to three… and then two.
And each shorter gap is a quiet warning, a heavy truth settling in our hearts: her fragile bone marrow is fading faster than we can hold on. 💛🩺

Tonight, as the machines beep softly around her, we pray harder than ever — for strength, for comfort, for one more miracle. 🙏✨
Because we know the day her tiny body needs treatment every other day… is the day we’ll have to face the reality we fear the most. A reality no family should ever be asked to accept. 💔🌙

Please, if you’re reading this…
✨ Hold Brielle in your prayers.
✨ Speak her name with love.
✨ Send a blessing for her little heart.

She needs all the light the world can give right now. 🤍🙏