Walking through my daughter’s cancer journey has changed everything — how I think, how I feel, how I connect. Every day feels different, unpredictable, and often so heavy. And in the middle of something so heavy and unpredictable, the heart seems to reach for certain hands instinctively.

For reasons I can’t fully explain, there’s a select few I find myself leaning on right now. It’s not about who I love more, or who has done more — it’s simply who I’m able to open up to in this season. The ones I can talk with about the deep stuff — the hard medical realities, the fears that sit heavy on my chest, the small moments of hope that I’m sometimes afraid to say out loud.

There’s no plan or reason why it’s them. It’s just how my heart has found its way through the chaos. These few are the ones I can speak to freely, without filtering or explaining — the ones who help carry the emotional weight when it all feels like too much.

Please know, this doesn’t change how I feel about anyone else. My gratitude for every single person who has shown love, sent messages, prayed, or simply held space for us is beyond words. I feel that love every single day. Even when I’m quiet, it’s there — keeping us afloat in ways you may never realize.

But right now, in this chapter, it’s these select few who help me navigate the hardest parts — who help me process the unthinkable and breathe through the impossible.

To my select few — thank you for being my safe place, for listening without judgment, for carrying pieces of this with me so I don’t have to carry it all alone.

And to everyone else — your love, patience, and presence still mean everything. I see it, I feel it, and I’m so deeply grateful.

There’s no rulebook for something like this. I’m just doing my best to follow my heart — and right now, it’s found comfort in the hands of a select few, while being held up by the love of so many.