Ancestral Glow

A Plea from the Hospital Hallway

I never imagined I'd be sitting in a hospital hallway at 3 AM, writing this. My grandson, the light of my life, was rushed into emergency care. The rhythmic beeping of the machines is all I hear, and the weight of not knowing how to pay for it all is suffocating. I've decided I won't let despair win. I'm going to use the only thing I have left: my shop, Ancestral Glow, to fight for his life.

The Weight of Survival

Here in the US, healthcare is a privilege my grandson couldn't afford. He has no health insurance, and every test, every hour in that ICU, turns into a debt I simply cannot carry alone. I looked at my Ancestral Glow inventory and realized these pieces can't just sit on shelves anymore. They need to be transformed into care, into medicine, and into hope for my boy.