
09/30/2025
Branson’s days are no longer ordinary.
Every sunrise brings pain, exhaustion, and new struggles.
No pillow or blanket can comfort him. Food and energy have vanished, stolen by cancer and its relentless grip.
Most days blur together in restless sleep, his body trying to retreat from the storm.
This afternoon, he faces another test—colon and endoscopies—to find clues that might bring relief.
Despite it all, small sparks of hope appear: his white blood cell count rises, a fragile sign of progress.
His vision remains clouded after a retinal hemorrhage, yet we cling to the hope that healing is possible.
Every day is a battle, every night uncertain, but love and faith carry us through.
Branson is more than a diagnosis. He is our son, our warrior, our miracle, and a boy who deserves joy, laughter, and childhood.
We fight for him—and with the support, prayers, and love of our village, we keep holding on.
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