Good Monday morning began quietly for the Roberts family in Ralph, Alabama, but the challenges they face are anything but ordinary. Fourteen-year-old Will Roberts has been battling bone cancer with courage that leaves everyone around him in awe. Each day is a fight he faces head-on, and while this week brings scheduled scans that could dictate the next steps in his treatment, his spirit remains unbroken. Life for Will is not easy, and the family’s focus is on keeping him safe, healthy, and surrounded by love during a journey that has already demanded far more than anyone should endure at his age.
Brittney Roberts, Will’s mother, has had to take on a role few parents ever imagine—shielding her family not only from the disease itself but from the harmful impact of misinformation and deceit. Fake Facebook pages have begun circulating, using Will’s image and story to mislead people and manipulate emotions. In just two weeks, some of these accounts gained over a thousand followers, sharing false details and even suggesting addresses to send items, preying on the goodwill and kindness of those who want to support the family. Brittney’s warning is clear and firm: be vigilant, and do not trust any page not officially connected to the family. She emphasizes that the only legitimate updates will come directly from her, her husband Jason, or reliable sources like Rick Karle Good News.
The situation with these fraudulent pages is heartbreaking, not just because they attempt to deceive, but because they exploit a young boy who is already fighting for his life. Will has endured more than most adults ever will, yet now his story is being misused to generate attention, sympathy, or material gain from strangers online. Brittney’s protective instincts extend beyond medical care; she works tirelessly to safeguard the emotional well-being of the family and the integrity of their story. Her warnings are as much about care for supporters as they are about care for Will himself, because the compassion of a community should never be used against them.
This week, as Will heads into scans that may dictate the next phase of his battle, the Roberts family is asking for something simple yet profound: presence. They want people to stand with them in truth, to send love, to hold space for hope, and to allow them to navigate this difficult road without interference from false voices online. Charlie, Will’s sister, also lives through this uncertainty, understanding that her brother’s strength is both inspiring and fragile. In a household already marked by previous heartbreak—the family lost Darby Kate, their daughter who passed at just 68 days old—this current battle is layered with grief, resilience, and the ongoing need to protect each other emotionally.
Brittney’s words are filled with a mix of urgency, love, and realism. She reminds the community to scroll past any posts about Will that did not come directly from her or trusted sources. The emotional pull of fake pages is strong—they are designed to tug at hearts, to create panic, and to provoke immediate reactions—but in doing so, they risk exploiting trust and spreading unnecessary pain. Her clarity is a shield for everyone who wishes to support the family in genuine ways: the best way to help is to receive updates only from those directly involved, to stand in solidarity without succumbing to distraction or falsehoods.
Despite the challenges beyond the medical ones, the core of this story is not fear—it is courage. Will’s bravery in facing bone cancer, the love of his parents, and the bond with his sister Charlie create a foundation that no fake page can weaken. Each day Will continues his fight, he embodies resilience, teaching those around him that strength is measured not just by survival but by the courage to face the unknown. His family rallies around him, providing constant support, advocacy, and love, refusing to let outside forces distract from the focus on his health and well-being.
As this new week begins, the message for the wider community is clear: be vigilant, be compassionate, and stand in truth. Support Will by sending him and his family positive energy, prayers, and encouragement. Be mindful of misinformation and fake pages that attempt to manipulate empathy, and ensure that love is channeled in ways that truly help, not harm. In a time of fragility, clarity and honesty are acts of care just as important as any prayer or message of support.
Will Roberts’ story is ongoing. The scans later this week will provide new information, but the strength of a community, the unwavering love of his parents, and the courage of a 14-year-old boy facing one of the most difficult battles imaginable remain constants. In the face of illness and deception alike, this family stands together, embodying resilience and teaching those around them the power of vigilance, truth, and unconditional support.
This is not just a fight against cancer. It is a lesson in protecting love, standing in truth, and navigating life’s challenges with grace and courage. The Roberts family invites us to walk alongside them—honestly, thoughtfully, and with hearts ready to lift Will and each other through this difficult season.
From Lost to Loved: The Story of Lucian, the Cat Who Chose to Live 1267
On the edge of a quiet roadside, where cars hummed past without noticing and shadows stretched long across the gravel, a single cat lay curled into himself. His body was thin, his fur so matted it looked like tangled ropes wrapped around his frame, and his eyes were sealed beneath layers of painful crust. He didn’t move when footsteps approached, nor did he lift his head when the wind brushed the leaves beside him. He had learned, long before this moment, that the world rarely stopped for a creature like him.
Lucian wasn’t born wild. There was something unmistakably soft in the way he held himself, something fragile in the way he breathed, as though he was waiting for familiar footsteps that had never returned. Perhaps he once had a home. Perhaps he once had a name. But now, he was only a ghost on the side of the road, barely visible beneath dirt and exhaustion, slowly fading into the landscape of things forgotten.
It was pure chance that Josie happened to walk by that day. She had taken that path countless times before, but never had she encountered a sight that brought her footsteps to an immediate halt. There, beneath a clump of bushes, she saw a shape that would’ve been easy to mistake for discarded fabric or debris. But something about the stillness—or perhaps something deeper—pulled her closer.
The closer she came, the clearer the reality became. What she had thought was debris was actually a cat, barely breathing, trembling beneath a thin layer of dust and leaves. His fur clung to his skin in painful mats, and every breath shuddered through him as though it cost him the last of his strength. In that moment, the world narrowed to just the two of them—one human standing beneath a warm sky, one broken creature pressed against the cold earth.
Josie knelt slowly, careful not to startle him, though she could tell he didn’t have the energy to flee. His cloudy eyes blinked once, uncertain and unfocused, as if trying to understand whether she was threat or miracle. She spoke gently, her voice low and steady, the way one might speak to a frightened child. Yet he did not run. Instead, he only lowered his head, as though surrendering to whatever came next.
When she reached out, he flinched—but only slightly. Beneath the mess of fur, she felt how frail he truly was, how light. A cat his size should have felt solid, warm, alive. Instead he felt like a fading memory held together by will alone. Josie knew instantly that if she stood up and walked away, he would not survive another night.
With practiced care, she gathered the cat into her arms. He did not resist. His body simply folded into her palms, limp with exhaustion, and for the first time in a long while, he allowed a human touch to hold him. She whispered assurances he couldn’t possibly understand, yet something inside him seemed to soften in response. It was as if some distant part of him recognized safety, even after everything he had endured.
At home, Josie laid him gently on a soft towel. The cat—whom she would soon name Lucian—did nothing but rest his head sideways, breathing in shaky bursts. His fur smelled of earth and neglect, and though she tried not to show it, Josie felt tears sting her eyes. No animal should ever reach such a state unnoticed. No living being should ever have to wait so long for a hand to help.
Before anything else, she offered food. Lucian lifted his head with great effort, blinking through the fog of hunger and pain, and when the scent reached him, he leaned forward slowly. His first bites were small, cautious, almost disbelieving. But then a soft, rumbling purr broke through his throat, surprising them both. Even in this broken state, he still knew how to show gratitude.
Josie stroked his head, careful not to touch the mats that might cause him pain. Lucian leaned into her touch as though starved for affection, pressing his cheek against her palm. In that moment, she knew: he had not come from a life of wildness. This was a cat who once trusted, who once felt at home in the world, and who now desperately needed someone to believe in him again.
The next morning, she took him to the vet. It was there that the harsh truth settled like a weight on her chest. The vet examined Lucian carefully, taking in every sign of neglect, every tremor of weakness, every labored breath. His skin was inflamed beneath the mats, his eyes infected, his body dangerously underweight. When the vet looked at her with grave sincerity, Josie braced herself.
“His condition is critical,” the vet said quietly. “Euthanasia may be the most humane option.”
The words tore through her. She looked down at Lucian, who lay curled on the exam table, purring faintly whenever her fingers brushed his fur. How could she let him go now, after he had fought so silently to survive long enough for her to find him? How could she take away the first hope he’d had in many months?
“No,” she whispered, her voice steady despite the tremor beneath it. “We try. He deserves the chance.”
And so they tried.
The first days were the hardest. Lucian barely moved except to eat or lift his head for water. His eyes required constant cleaning, delicate washes to help break through the crust that sealed them shut. Josie spent hours at his side, speaking softly, stroking his chin, reminding him that he was no longer alone.
Slowly, his body responded. His breathing deepened, his appetite grew, his once-cloudy eyes began to clear just enough for him to recognize her silhouette. Every small victory felt monumental. Every flick of his tail, every purr, every moment he leaned against her fingertips became proof that he had chosen life.
Within weeks, the mats were carefully shaved away, revealing soft fur beneath. His muscles strengthened as he learned to walk without stumbling. Josie watched him transform day by day, marveling at how a creature who once lay motionless by a roadside now explored her home with quiet curiosity.
Lucian began to sleep beside her ankles at night, his body curled comfortably where before it had been only bones and fear. He followed her gently from room to room, a silent shadow who had found his reason to stay close. When she read on the couch, he climbed onto her lap. When she cooked, he sat by the doorway, blinking slowly in contentment.
Most of all, he loved her touch. Where once he flinched, now he leaned into her hands with unreserved trust. His purrs grew louder, richer, vibrating through his newly restored health.
In time, Lucian regained not just his strength but his personality. He became playful, occasionally mischievous, batting at strings or chasing beams of sunlight across the floor. He learned that food would always come, that warmth would always be near, and that love—genuine, steady love—was something he would never be abandoned without again.
Josie never questioned her choice to save him. Whenever she saw him curled peacefully in the window, soaking in the afternoon light, she felt her heart swell with a quiet certainty. He had been worth every moment of worry, every late-night feeding, every tear shed at the vet clinic.
Lucian had been lost to the world once. But kindness had found him. Compassion had held him. And love had given him a home where he would never again be invisible.
His journey was not simply a rescue—it was a reminder that sometimes the smallest life can hold the biggest will to survive, waiting only for someone willing to see it.
And for Lucian, that someone was Josie.
