There are moments in life that strip you down to the rawest edges of hope and despair — moments when a family’s world narrows to a single heartbeat, a single breath, a single prayer. For ten-year-old Pryce and his family, that moment has arrived. Pryce has been fighting relentlessly for six long years, battling stage IV Neuroblastoma, a cancer so aggressive that it has dictated nearly every day of his young life. And now, after countless treatments, hospital stays, and journeys across the country in search of hope, his health hangs in the balance, fragile and uncertain.
Pryce’s story is not one of despair — it is one of relentless courage, unwavering faith, and a family who has refused to give up even when the odds were stacked impossibly against them. Diagnosed in 2018, Pryce has spent his childhood in a whirlwind of medical appointments, chemotherapy sessions, surgeries, and hospital rooms. His tiny body has been pushed beyond what most would imagine, and yet, he continues to fight. Every smile, every laugh, every moment of play has been hard-won. And through it all, his family has been his fortress, holding him up with love, prayers, and sheer determination.
But today, the fight has reached a critical juncture. Pryce’s kidneys have taken a severe hit, the result of years of intensive treatment and the toll of a body that has been asked to endure more than any child should. His parents are now racing against time, desperately trying to secure a medical flight that will bring their family of seven together, to hold each other close in the hours and days that no one can predict. The fear is palpable, the uncertainty overwhelming. Every second counts, every decision weighs heavily, and the weight of what could happen is crushing.
Through tears, Pryce’s mother reached out to the world, her words both a plea and a prayer: “Please pray for Pryce. Pray for our other four children. Pray for Ben and me. And pray we can get home.” Her voice carries the raw honesty of a parent who has fought alongside her child for years, who has learned the depths of both hope and helplessness, and who now faces the unimaginable possibility of loss. Her call is not just for healing, but for comfort, strength, and the grace to endure what comes next.
The journey of Pryce’s life has been extraordinary. From the first diagnosis to today, he has traveled across states — from Michigan to Texas and beyond — following wherever treatment and hope could be found. Hospitals have become both home and battlefield, where machines, doctors, and medicines have worked tirelessly alongside him. Every procedure, every therapy session has been a test of endurance, not only for Pryce but for his entire family. Yet even in the darkest hours, there has been light. There has been courage, laughter, and moments of joy that remind them — and us — why life is precious and why hope must never fade.
And now, in this critical moment, they are asking for something beyond medicine. They are asking for a miracle. Because sometimes, no matter how skilled the doctors, no matter how advanced the treatments, the human heart and the power of faith are what can carry a family through the impossible. Pryce has fought valiantly, and his spirit has inspired all who know him, but miracles are never solitary acts — they are born from love, prayer, and the collective hope of a community willing to stand together.
For anyone reading this, the plea is simple but urgent: pause. Lift his name up. Pray for Pryce, for his siblings, for his parents, for the journey that lies ahead. Pray that he can breathe easier, that his kidneys can stabilize, that the family can be reunited, if only for a precious moment, to hold each other close and to find strength in their unity. Pray for courage, for grace, and for a glimmer of light in a time that feels unbearably dark.
It is impossible to overstate the weight this family carries. To witness a child fighting for life day after day is to understand a fear that runs deeper than words. Every parent knows that children are meant to be safe, to laugh, to play, and to grow without the shadow of mortality hanging over them. And yet, Pryce’s family has lived in a world where each day is a fragile gift, where love and hope are weapons against despair, and where every heartbeat is a victory.
But even in this moment of crisis, there is a lesson for all of us. Pryce’s life reminds us that courage is not measured by age or size. It is measured by the willingness to keep fighting when the world seems impossibly hard. It is measured by the family who refuses to let go, who stands by their child through every treatment, every setback, and every sleepless night. It is measured by the hearts of strangers, communities, and friends who lift their voices in prayer, who send messages of hope, and who remind this little boy and his family that they are not alone.
The family’s plea is also a reminder that miracles take many forms. They are the small victories — a stabilized lab result, a stronger heartbeat, a smile between tears. They are the moments when a parent’s hand can hold their child, when a sibling can hug their brother, when hope feels tangible once again. And sometimes, they are the prayers of countless people joining together, believing in something larger than themselves, offering light in the face of darkness.
Pryce’s journey has been long, arduous, and filled with moments of fear and uncertainty. But it has also been filled with the kind of courage that inspires, the kind of hope that moves mountains, and the kind of love that endures beyond the hospital walls. As his family fights to secure a medical flight home, as they cling to the possibility of being together, as they whisper prayers into the night, they remind us all of the power of faith, the importance of community, and the profound strength of a parent’s love.
So wherever you are, wherever you read this, take a moment to send Pryce your prayers. Send them not only for his healing but for the strength of his family. Let your hope be a blanket around them. Let your love remind them that even in the most desperate moments, they are not alone. Let your heart join with theirs in believing, in hoping, in praying for a miracle.
Pryce may be ten years old, but he has lived a lifetime of courage and endurance that many adults cannot imagine. He has faced what most would never endure and has done so with bravery, resilience, and a spirit that refuses to be broken. His story is a testament to the power of human will, the importance of faith, and the miracle that love can bring even in the darkest hours.
As we lift Pryce’s name in prayer today, let us also lift his family. Let us remember that miracles are not only about recovery or medical success — they are about unity, hope, and the collective strength that comes from caring for one another. Let us hold this family in our hearts, offer our words of comfort, and send our love into the world, so that they may feel the support, hope, and prayers that surround them from near and far.
Pryce’s story is not over. His journey is still unfolding. And while the hours ahead are uncertain, one thing remains certain: he is loved, he is supported, and he is held up by countless hearts across the world. Pray for him. Pray for his family. Pray for hope. And if you are moved to do more, share his story, send messages of encouragement, and remind the world that even in the darkest moments, light can shine — and miracles are possible.
Because right now, Pryce needs that light. And together, we can help him find it.
