Transfer of Hope


Watching and caring for a dying child is unimaginable until it’s a reality; even if it’s your reality, it remains surreal.

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I found that hope is truly embedded in human DNA. Hope for a cure, a restoration of self. When that fails and all hope seems lost, it isn’t, it’s simply transferred to hope for peace, hope for happiness – even if it’s in the distant future, hope for sanity, hope to see her again. The power of the human spirit to endure, strive, and hope are far greater than I ever imagined before entering this journey; it’s almost miraculous.