My name is Robin, and today I turn two years old—a day filled with balloons, tiny candles, and gentle smiles. But this birthday carries a deeper meaning than most. While other little ones my age are learning to run, play, and explore the world, I am celebrating a victory of my own: completing twenty-three brave chemotherapy treatments before I’ve even learned to speak in full sentences. Though I am small, my journey has already been marked by strength far bigger than my years.

Each step of my treatment has been guided by the tender hands and warm hearts of pediatric oncology specialists. They held me gently through every procedure, comforted me when I was frightened, and treated me with a kindness that made even the hardest days feel a little softer. Though I didn’t always understand what was happening, I could feel their love, their dedication, and their determination to help me heal.

My family found strength in knowing that I was protected by hospital care supported through reliable health insurance. This support allowed me to receive continuous treatment without worry or interruption. It meant that my parents could focus on holding my tiny hands, whispering comforting words, and filling my days with love instead of fear. In the hardest moments, this safety net became a shield that allowed hope to shine through.

Modern cancer treatment programs played a powerful role in my journey as well. With advanced therapies designed specifically for children, I was given the chance to fight with the best tools medicine could offer. Every scan, every infusion, and every carefully planned step gave my family more hope. Even though I’m too young to understand words like “oncology” or “treatment protocol,” I could feel the warmth and protection behind every doctor’s smile.

Through it all, I kept smiling—tiny smiles, sleepy smiles, shy smiles—smiles that carried the love surrounding me. My parents, nurses, doctors, and everyone who crossed my path cheered for me, prayed for me, and believed in me. Their love helped me stay strong on days when my little body felt weak. Their hope helped light the way forward, even when the future felt uncertain. And their encouragement reminds me that I am never alone in this fight.

As I blow out my second birthday candle, my journey isn’t over—but my heart is full of courage, and my spirit is learning how to shine through every challenge. I’m still fighting. I’m still healing. And I’m still surrounded by love stronger than anything I’ve ever known. So today, I ask gently and sincerely: please pray for me. Pray that I grow, that I heal, that I laugh, and that I one day celebrate birthdays filled only with joy. Your prayers, your love, and your hope mean more than words can ever say.