πŸŽ‚πŸŽ—οΈ Four Years Old. Forty-Seven Battles. One Last Victory. πŸŽ—οΈπŸŽ‚

🌈 Today, I turn 4 years old β€” an age meant for giggles, toys, and bedtime stories.
But today also marks something far bigger…
πŸ’‰ My 47th chemotherapy session is complete.
And somehow, through pain, fear, and days too heavy for a little heart, I’m still here. 🀍

🫢 I’ve known hospital halls before playgrounds, needles before crayons, and bravery before most children ever have to learn its name.
There were tears 😭, tiny hands held tight, and nights when hope whispered instead of shouted.

✨ And today β€” today is my LAST CHEMO.
Not the end of the journey, but the beginning of healing.
The moment where prayers feel answered, and tomorrow feels possible again. 🌀️

πŸ™ Please keep me in your prayers β€” for strength, for recovery, for a childhood filled with laughter instead of machines.
Because this little heart has fought hard… and it’s ready to live. πŸ’›

🎁 This birthday isn’t about candles or cake.
It’s about life, survival, and a miracle written in courage.

πŸ§ΈπŸŽ‰ Happy 4th Birthday to a true little warrior.
Still standing. Still smiling. Still believing. πŸ’ͺ✨