Thirty minutes. It is a brief window of time—enough to enjoy a cup of coffee, read a few pages of a book, or quietly watch a sunset. But for Will Roberts and his family, these final thirty minutes of chemotherapy carry the weight of an entire millennium. It is the absolute end of a grueling nine-month road paved with thorns, and simultaneously, the sunrise of a new journey called: Hope for a Miracle.
Chapter 1: The “Poison” and the Promise of Life
On the cold, stainless steel IV pole, the final drops of chemotherapy fall with rhythmic precision. Drip by drip. We have often called this “poison”—a harsh name for a liquid tasked with destroying the enemy hiding within Will’s body, while simultaneously exhausting his very frame.
Nine months ago, when we first watched these chemicals flow into our son’s veins, we trembled. “Afraid” is too small a word to describe the sensation of a parent realizing their child is entering a life-and-death struggle where the weapon itself makes them wither. We feared the sterile medical jargon, the dark prognoses, and most of all, the sight of Will’s clear eyes dimming under the weight of pain.
But today, standing before these final thirty minutes, that fear has been superseded by something else: The fortitude of soldiers who have walked through the fire. Our hearts remain fragile and tender, yes, but they are now encased in an armor of faith and perseverance.
Chapter 2: Is All The Cancer Gone?
This is the most haunting question of all. It is the whisper in the middle of sleepless nights; it is the desperate plea carried in every heartbeat. As the final drop falls, a difficult chapter closes, but the anxiety surrounding “Scan Day” begins to rise.
We have done everything humanly possible. Will has fought like a lion. He has endured the loss of a part of his body; he has survived endless rounds of nausea, high fevers, and days so depleting he could barely lift his arm. He has given everything a fourteen-year-old boy can possibly give in exchange for a chance to live.
Now, as medicine completes its role, we stand at the edge of the unknown. “Is it gone?” The answer does not lie with us, nor does it lie solely with the doctors. it rests with a Higher Power, in the strength of natural healing, and in the collective power of prayer.
Chapter 3: The Power of Community and Communion
Throughout these nine months, we have realized that we were never walking alone. Every Facebook post, every “Amen” in the comments, and every share was more than just a social media metric. They were currents of energy—invisible hands lifting Will up every time he felt like falling.
When we ask you to lift Will up during these thirty minutes, we aren’t just seeking comfort. We are building a “Fortress of Hope.” We believe that when thousands of hearts align toward one purpose, when thousands of whispers utter one name, the universe listens.
We are praying for:
- Clear Scans: That the upcoming images show not a single trace of darkness.
- Complete Healing: That Will’s body does not just recover, but becomes stronger than ever—that his new leg carries him further than we ever dared to dream.
- A Future Beyond Battle: That Will gets to live a normal life—to laugh, to run, to love, and to tell the story of the boy who conquered destiny.
Chapter 4: The Miracle is Within Reach
Looking at Will right now, we see a hero. Not a blockbuster hero with superpowers, but a flesh-and-blood hero who has taught us the value of a single breath and the meaning of a smile in the midst of agony.
The final drop has fallen.
The hospital lights no longer feel quite so cold. Beyond the window, the Alabama sky is waiting. Home is waiting. The embrace of friends and family is waiting. This nine-month stretch is over, but Will’s journey of living is only just beginning.
We cling to hope with everything we have. We believe in miracles—not because we are naive, but because we have witnessed countless small miracles every day for the last nine months: Will is still smiling, Will is still hoping, and Will is still here with us.
Closing: A Lifetime of Thanks
To those who have followed Will since the very first day, to those who cried with us and prayed with us: Thank you. You are a part of this miracle.
The final thirty minutes have passed. The clock keeps ticking, the world outside keeps rushing, but in this room, a new chapter of courage has been written. We hold our breath for Scan Day, but we do not wait in terror. We wait in the preparation of a heart overflowing with gratitude.
Warrior Will Roberts has finished his part. Now, it is time for our prayers to do the rest.
