McCoy is only 4 years old…
and this week has been incredibly hard. 💔

His little body is tired from everything it’s been through.
Halfway through treatment, he’s now facing another challenge—
an infection that led him to the PICU, bringing fear and uncertainty no child should ever have to face. 😔

For his family, these days feel long and heavy.
Hospital rooms replace home.
Waiting replaces rest.
And every moment is filled with hope, worry, and quiet prayers.

Next week, more scans are coming—
more answers, more unknowns.

But even in the middle of all this…
McCoy is still McCoy. 🤍

Still that silly little boy.
Still full of light, laughter, and a spirit that refuses to fade. ✨

And that’s what everyone is holding onto right now.

🙏 If you can, please keep McCoy in your thoughts and prayers—
for strength when he feels weak,
for healing in his body,
and for peace for his family as they walk through this together.

Because sometimes, in moments like this,
the greatest comfort is knowing…
you’re not fighting alone. 💛💫