Boey had just woke up the day after her very first surgery to remove some of the tumor and could barely move her neck. She was so sore, and so scared. Up until this time, she was ok with everything, showered with gifts and pretty much distracted from the whole reality of everything. I cuddled up with her in her hospital bed and we held eachother and I was trying to figure out what was going on with her neck, and comforting her. Telling her how she is my inspiration and my hero. She looked at me and said in a quiet voice but very serious”I’m fighting mommy, I’m fighting as hard as I can”. My baby will not go down without a fight, and this tumor really did mess with the wrong Boey.