THE PRICE OF LIFE
Three days later, Kayla opened her eyes.
She was in the ICU. Tubes snaked out of her arms.
She was weak, thinner than she had ever been, but she was alive.
Charles leaned over her, his eyes red from lack of sleep. He held up a tablet.
On the screen were four tiny miracles in incubators. Three girls and one boy.
“They’re okay, Kayla,” Charles sobbed. “They’re fighters. Just like you.”
Kayla smiled through her oxygen mask. But the battle wasn’t over.
Within 72 hours of giving birth, she began the most brutal chemotherapy of her life.
She had no time to recover from the surgery. No time to hold her children.
She fought the poison in her veins while looking at their photos taped to her IV pole.
Today, Kayla continues her fight. She is a mother of four and a warrior of one.
She proved that a mother’s love isn’t just a feeling—it’s a force of nature that can stop even the shadow of death.
