The battle was hard. She fought. Two years of ups and downs. Her family fought beside her, soaring high with every positive report and crashing to the ground with every disappointment. It was more than anyone should have to do.
She did not recognize her own body. Her voice and speech patterns belonged to another. Every part of her being had changed. Except for one part.
Her Faith remained strong. It did not waiver. The battle raged on but so did her Faith. There were tears and despair
But in the end, she soared on the wings of an angel.
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