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Znana blogerka straciła dziecko. Nie żyje jej 3-letnia córka

Znana blogerka straciła dziecko. Nie żyje jej 3-letnia córka

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Znana blogerka straciła dziecko. Nie żyje jej 3-letnia córka. 36-latka opublikowała na swoim Instagramie przejmujący post.

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Ashley Stock pochodzi z Kaliforni. Od jakiegoś czasu prowadzi blog Little Miss Momma, w którym opowiada m.in. o życiu swojej rodziny – męża Bena oraz trójki dzieci – 10-letniego Wesleya, 7-letniego Sawyera i 3-letniej córki Stevie Lynn.

Ashley Stock znajdziecie też na Instagramie. Jej profil @littlemissmomma obserwuje w tej chwili prawie 430 tysięcy osób.

Ashley Stock: 3-letnia córka blogerki nie żyje.

29 maja Ashely Stock opublikowała post, w którym poinformowała, że jej córka nie żyje. Stevie Lynn Stock zmarła w wieku 3 lat, dwa tygodnie po swoich urodzinach.

(…)Twórca Cudów. Dawca Światła. Uzdrowicielka Serca. Niebieskie oczy, uśmiech z dołeczkami, kręcone włoski, mała dziewczynka na zawsze. Uwielbiana młodsza siostra, córka i przyjaciółka. O 13.05, 27 maja Stevie wzięła ostatni oddech w naszych ramionach (…). Na razie ogarnia mnie ulga, że ​​jest spokojna, ale czuję się przytłoczona bólem, tak intensywnym, że nie mogę wyrazić tego słowami (…).  Wierzymy w to, że ta tragedia ma jakiś większy cel (…), ale niestety to nie uwalnia nas od bólu (…) – czytamy w poście.

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Jak informuje m.in. magazyn People, Stevie Lynn Stock walczyła z rakiem mózgu. U 3-latki zdiagnozowano go kilka tygodni temu – 11 kwietnia. Okazało się, że dziewczynka zmagała się z wyjątkowo złośliwym nowotworem – rozlanym glejakiem pnia mózgu (DIPG), który zazwyczaj dotyka dzieci w wieku 5-7 lat. W tej chwili nie ma na niego lekarstwa. Jak podaje People, obecnie jego współczynnik przeżycia wynosi 0%.

 

 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

🌟Stevie Lynn Stock 🌟 3 years old. Seed Planter. Miracle Maker. Light Giver. Heart Healer. Blue eyed, dimpled smile, curly haired forever baby girl. Adored little sister, daughter and friend. At 1:05pm on May 27th, Stevie took her final breath in our arms. There have been many miracles and countless God moments that I’ll put into words when my heart has strength. For now, I’m overwhelmed with relief that she’s at peace but I’m also feeling crushed by a pain so intense i can’t put it into words. I let it out a bit at a time, like when you gently twist the lid off a liter soda bottle...releasing the built up pressure a little at a time to keep it from exploding all over the place. I guess it’s like that. I’m twisting the lid on my grief gently. Because if i release it all at once, i don’t see how i could possibly survive. Gentleness has been my most effective approach on grief these last months, gentleness for myself and for all the beloved mourners by my side. We have complete faith in there being a greater purpose of this tragedy (and it’s already unfolding through your stories of renewed hope), but unfortunately, faith is not a “get out of pain free” card, and that’s okay. I don’t know how to do this, so for now we’ll continue one day at a time held by the grace of God, the support of loved ones and the prayers of strangers who have become friends. #stevielynnstock #dipg #starsforstevie

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Stevie turns 3 today. Today I’m so grateful we celebrated early because these days she’s hurting. Today she stays on the couch in her cozy little corner. Today she gets flush with pain and grabs her head and closes her eyes with a grimace. Today she has seizures and tremors and lethargy. Between the pain, she smiles and giggles and admires her glitter fingernails and asks for us to bring her more surprises and blueberry muffins. Her verbal communication abilities are declining more each day but the way she communicates with her eyes holds a wisdom and a knowing far beyond my own. She doesn’t know what’s happening, but she KNOWS what’s happening. And she is brave as hell. And strong. And gracious. When she’s fully lucid I’ll watch her generously give comfort and love to an aching soul who is near her—like some part of her knows how much her sweet hug or slobbery kiss will be cherished for eternity. She’s become incredibly sensitive to energies and it takes constant effort in our home to keep the flow calm and peaceful. Diffusers and meditation music have been going nonstop all week and when any of us begins to feel over-anxious we take a breath in another room before returning to her side. Today an avalanche of pain and grief collapsed onto me and i couldn’t stop myself from going into the archives on my phone to pour over her previous birthdays. So much happiness in those archives. I watch those old videos now so grateful i didn’t know what was coming, so grateful we weren’t celebrating in grief, so grateful we were celebrating a full life of possibility and joy and birthday cake. Today I’m trying really hard to celebrate from that same place, for her, for the boys, for the preservation of this memory. Happy 3rd birthday to our shining star! #stevielynnstock #starsforstevie #dipg

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Resting 🤍🤍🤍 #stevielynnstock #dipg

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Favorite lyrics from a favorite song by @iam_alisanporter: “just be still. all that you remember will help the broken hearts to heal. and i will lift you up”. . This pain gets you into the club no one wants to be a part of. But this pain will also carry me into spaces i never had access to before. Spaces that are heavy. Spaces where grief comes in waves—suffocating and knee buckling waves. Spaces that are lonely. Spaces that need light. Spaces that need someone to come in and hold the other mamas who are curled in a ball on the floor and crying. Spaces where we can say “i see you. i feel you. i am where you are and you are not alone”. This road is lonely but we don’t walk it alone. #dipg

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How do you put worst case scenario into words? That’s what I’m sitting here trying to figure out, in between holding my baby and hyperventilating with my head between my knees. Today we learned the news that Stevie’s tumor is a form of cancer called DIPG (diffuse intrinsic pontine glioma). And it has a 0% survival rate. We are shattered. Broken. Gutted. Somehow my body continues to produce tears and ugly crying has become my only release. We will be spending the rest of the week in the hospital to discuss treatments that will make the rest of her life more comfortable. Then we will be headed home where she can be comfortable with her brothers and puppies and we can cherish our sweet girl and heal as a family. I won’t pretend to understand why we have to go through this or what Gods purpose is in this pain, but my faith in Him is the only constant i have right now and I’m holding to it with every ounce of strength i posses. He knows our pain and He carries it with us. I know many of you love her dearly and this is ripping you in half too, and your instinct will be to fight and to push and to advocate and to try to save her—i know because those are our instincts too. But the reality of her prognosis is real. We have literally consulted and met with dozens of the top pediatric neurologists, neurosurgeons and oncologists. We would go to the ends of the earth to save her if we could. For all those who have been praying for a miracle with us, keep praying, but please know that Stevie’s miracle, our miracle may not come in the way you’re praying. But God is good and it WILL come and one day we will all understand the purpose in this pain. But for now we surrender. We surrender to her prognosis and that which we can’t control. We give her the best of everything she needs to be happy and pain free and we teach ourselves and our children how to make these final memories happy ones, ones we can hold onto and cherish, memories that make us smile even if we’re smiling through tears. #dipg

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My unbreaking. I’m working every single second to keep my thoughts present, in this moment, rather than spiral into the fear of the “future possibilities” and “what if’s”. But sometimes i break, the flood gates open and i give myself permission to sit alone and cry while Stevie sleeps. Update: we are admitted and in the oncology unit at Children’s Hospital Los Angeles. We are surrounded by compassionate super hero healthcare workers who are already leaving their mark on our hearts. Ben and i still can’t be here with Stevie together (Covid precaution) and that’s a level of soul crushing i can’t even put into words—to not be able to comfort each other during the worst moments of both our lives, to not hold hands and cuddle our daughter together😔. Stevie begs to be home with her pups and brothers and her own bed. She’s getting more lethargic by the hour, little appetite, not herself. Right now, all we do is wait and it’s unnerving. We don’t know any more conclusive information until her MRI—which is now scheduled for tomorrow (time TBD). Stevie is beyond brave and i see her working so hard to make the most of this and tolerate her discomfort. I snuck home for an hour today to squeeze my boys and be honest with them about what’s happening with Stevie. We cried together, prayed together and made promises to give grace and show up for each other in this time—i think they got it. Your outpouring of love, compassion, support and prayers is felt beyond measure. We can literally feel your hearts opening to us and that has helped us feel less alone in this scary season, thank you, from the bottom of our hearts. #stevielynnstock

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