Pryce’s latest scans delivered the kind of news no family is ever prepared to face. What started quietly in his leg—an ache that first seemed so small, so manageable—has now spread through his entire skeleton. The cancer is everywhere, threading its way through the places that should have been busy growing, glowing, and carrying him toward the life he deserves. In just five weeks, the ground beneath his family shifted completely.
The treatments they prayed would hold the line—MIBG therapy, immunotherapy, the carefully built plan doctors hoped would slow the disease—couldn’t keep pace. The cancer moved faster, harsher, and more aggressively than anyone expected. Now the team is preparing a new battle plan: stronger chemotherapy, intensified immunotherapy, and another scan that will reveal what comes next. Somewhere on the horizon, a new clinical trial is preparing to open. It’s a fragile possibility, a door cracked open just enough to let in a breath of hope, though its outcome is wrapped entirely in uncertainty.
And yet… Pryce remains unmistakably Pryce. He still wakes up wanting to go to school, eager to laugh with his friends, run after his siblings, and squeeze every bit of joy out of the moments he’s given. His smile softens the fear. His courage, quiet but unshakeable, shines brighter than the storm growing inside him.
As his parents brace for the next chapter—praying the treatments buy him time, bring stability, or maybe deliver a miracle—those who love him are holding on just as fiercely. If you can, please keep Pryce in your thoughts. Pray for strength, for peace, and for even the smallest chance that hope will find its way back into his story.