The night is so dark, if not darker than you would have wanted to because your child bounces between two worlds. You have been at this for such a long while and all you can pray for is that you can be finally given a clean bill of health.
You have and continue to pray for that because your life depends on it. With every needle prick, you cringe as though it were going through you. The agony of every blood transfusion has ripped your heart into pieces you have lost count of. Every relapse comes with a deep cry within you.

You just cannot imagine life sipping out of your little one and yet that is the reality that glares before you. You long to hear them talk to you, play on your laps or laugh. But all you have seen is pain and discomfort. I see your pain, I would only lie if I said I understood it.
But as you struggle through each moment, all I can promise you, that I can genuinely know I will do, is say a prayer for you.
I will hold you in my heart, knowing that the Father surely hears and healing is coming your child’s way on angel’s wings. It seems like a myth, so unreal and yet all we need, but it is my continuous prayer that soon, very soon, you will walk out of there with your baby right beside you.
And that you will never have to walk back but enjoy the company of your child and watch them grow devoid of the pain. For they have had more pain than many will ever bear in a life time.