A mother’s journey after loss
On a Thursday morning around 9:30 am, my whole world shattered. My daughter, Isabella, passed away in my bed. She was just seven years old, taken from us by neuroblastoma, a rare pediatric cancer that had no more treatment options, no more hope and hardly any funding. The drug that had the potential to save her life was considered too unprofitable to invest in, so we were left helpless as we watched her life end far too early.
Losing a child is a heartache that’s beyond words, a wound that never truly heals. It leaves a void that can never be filled and a constant reminder of what could have been. Yet, amid impossible grief, I found a way to turn my pain into something meaningful. My journey has been learning to live with loss and using it to build a life filled with purpose.
