This morning brought a moment the family had been praying for — Branson’s dome was finally removed, and he is now breathing on his own with just a nasal cannula. After weeks of uncertainty, that small tube represents something far greater than air — it represents hope.
When he opened his eyes, his very first thoughts were of Donald, Maddox, and Maggie — the ones who have been waiting, praying, and believing alongside him. The instant he saw or heard them, his whole face lit up. In that single moment, every sleepless night and fearful prayer felt worth it.
Doctors are encouraged by his progress — his white blood cell count has risen to 150, and his neutrophils are steady at 40, right where the medical team wants them. His vision remains blurry, and confusion still comes and goes as his body works to clear the heavy medications, but the doctors remind the family that this is all part of the healing process.
Every single day, they see God’s hand at work in their boy. Each improvement, no matter how small, feels like a miracle — a quiet reminder that faith moves mountains.
The family shared their gratitude:
“Every prayer, every message, every whisper of encouragement has carried us through. Thank you for standing with us, for believing with us, for helping us see the light when things felt dark.”
Branson’s journey is far from over, but today — today is a victory. A gentle breath. A spark of joy. A powerful reminder that hope never gives up.