Sabinka entered the world already fighting for her life. Before she ever learned to crawl, speak, or feel the safety of a carefree childhood, doctors delivered words no parent is prepared to hear: stage IV neuroblastoma. It is an aggressive and rare childhood cancer, and in Sabinka’s case, it had already spread. From her very first days, her life became a battle measured not in milestones, but in scans, treatments, and survival.
As the relentless tumor waged war on her tiny body, Sabinka showed a courage that defied her age. She endured what many adults would struggle to face—painful procedures, invasive surgeries, and grueling therapies designed to save her life. Hospital rooms replaced nurseries. Medical equipment replaced toys. Yet through it all, Sabinka continued to fight quietly, bravely, with a strength that left everyone around her in awe.
Her parents never left her side. They held her hand through surgeries and comforted her through the long, restless nights that followed. They learned medical terminology they never wanted to know and memorized treatment schedules that seemed endless. In search of the best possible care, they traveled across countries, uprooting their lives again and again—driven by the hope that somewhere, somehow, there would be a treatment that could save their daughter.
Hope, however, was often fragile. There were moments when test results stole their breath, when uncertainty filled the space between one appointment and the next. There were days when exhaustion threatened to overwhelm them, when fear crept in quietly and refused to leave. And still, they stayed. Still, they fought. Because for Sabinka, giving up was never an option.
Against overwhelming odds, a miracle arrived: Sabinka reached remission. The word carried relief, gratitude, and cautious celebration. It was a moment her family had prayed for through tears and sleepless nights. For the first time in a long while, they allowed themselves to breathe—to imagine a future that did not revolve entirely around cancer.
But remission is not the same as freedom.
Sabinka’s journey is far from over. Remission is a delicate victory, one that must be protected with vigilance and ongoing care. She continues to need specialized treatment, constant monitoring, and frequent medical follow-ups to ensure the cancer does not return. Every scan brings anxiety. Every appointment carries the weight of possibility. The fear never fully disappears—it simply learns how to wait.
Physically and emotionally, the toll remains heavy. Sabinka’s small body is still healing from everything it has endured. Her parents are tired in a way that sleep cannot fix—worn down by years of worry, financial strain, and the relentless pressure of staying strong for their child. Yet despite it all, they remain unbroken.
They move forward fueled by faith, love, and an unshakable belief in Sabinka’s future. They celebrate every smile, every laugh, every small moment of normalcy that once felt so far out of reach. Each day without bad news is a gift. Each sign of strength is a reminder of how far she has come.
Sabinka’s story is not just one of illness—it is a story of resilience, of parental devotion, and of a child who refuses to be defined by her diagnosis. It is a reminder that behind every medical chart is a family holding onto hope, and behind every statistic is a life worth fighting for.
