My name is Lucas.
At just 11 years old, I faced a battle most believed I couldn’t survive.
68 rounds of chemotherapy

Days so painful I could hardly breathe
Nights when fear said I wouldn’t make it
Moments when standing felt like climbing a mountain
But then—
Faith held me up
Hope lit my path
And I chose to fight, every single time.
Today, I can finally say the words I prayed for:
I beat cancer.
I’m still here.

And I’m stronger than ever.
To anyone fighting your own battle: you are not alone.
If an 11-year-old boy could walk through fire and rise…
so can you.