My MIL Was Taking My Daughter to $25 Art Classes Twice a Week – When We Stopped Receiving Her Art Projects, I Suspected Something Was Wrong

This time… I believed her.

Life is still hard.

Chemo continues. My hair keeps falling.

Some days are heavier than others.

But every time I wrap one of those handmade scarves around my head—bright, uneven, full of love—

I remember something important:

Even in the hardest moments…

love finds a way to show up.