“My name is Elsa… and I’m not very old.”

She doesn’t fully understand the big words the doctors use—
“treatment,” “chemotherapy,” “recovery.”
But she understands one thing clearly:
her life changed the day they said she has cancer. 💔

Before that, her world was simple.
There were toys, drawings, laughter, and dreams about who she might become one day.
A teacher. An artist. Maybe even a doctor helping other children feel better.

There were no hospitals in those dreams.
No needles.
No long nights filled with fear.

But now… everything is different.

Some mornings, Elsa wakes up feeling strong—
like she can face anything that comes her way.
Other days are harder.
Her body feels tired, her energy fades, and even smiling takes effort. 😔

The treatments change how she feels…
and sometimes, even how she looks.
But deep inside, she is still Elsa—
a little girl who hasn’t lost her light. ✨