Little Luke’s light - Healing Hearts & Inspiring Hope

Little Luke’s light - Healing Hearts & Inspiring Hope Supporting parents navigating child loss, medical trauma, and life with medically fragile children. Rooted in Luke’s legacy.
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Sharing hope, truth, and healing — so no family walks alone.

I know it’s been a little while since I’ve shown up on here 💛The last time I posted, I shared that going through Luke’s ...
03/25/2026

I know it’s been a little while since I’ve shown up on here 💛

The last time I posted, I shared that going through Luke’s videos again was affecting me more than I expected… and I needed to take a step back.

Since then, I’ve really been sitting with God, asking Him to shape me and prepare me for whatever He has next and I feel like I’m slowly being led back here.

I’ll be honest, I’ve gone back and forth on this a lot.

Not because I don’t want to sit with people… but because my heart has been a little scared to open up in this way again. It’s not even about telling my own story. it’s the weight of hearing others and walking through that heartbreak alongside them.

But I also can’t ignore the pull I feel.

So I’m taking a step forward, even if it’s small.

I want to start opening up space for conversations—whether that’s small group Zoom calls or one-on-one coaching sessions for anyone who feels like they just need someone to sit with them in whatever they’re carrying.

Nothing formal. Nothing overwhelming. Just real, honest conversations.

If that’s something you’d be interested in, you can comment a 💛or message me privately.

No pressure at all—just putting this out there and trusting God with the rest 💛

(Doing a 💛because it has multiple meanings in our family. 🥰)

Wow… I learned something I didn’t even see coming.I truly didn’t realize how much posting daily about my son was affecti...
03/01/2026

Wow… I learned something I didn’t even see coming.
I truly didn’t realize how much posting daily about my son was affecting me. The crazy part? I didn’t feel sad. I didn’t feel overwhelmed. I thought I was handling it just fine.
But my body was telling a different story.
After I started sharing more consistently again, I began noticing physical changes. Everything checked out fine medically, but when I stepped back and looked at the timing, I realized my body had responded to the weight of revisiting everything — even though I felt “okay.”
When I took a short break, things regulated again. And it opened my eyes.
Grief isn’t always tears.
It isn’t always obvious.
Sometimes it lives quietly in the body.
God designed us so intricately. Just because we’re strong and trust Him doesn’t mean we don’t still need rest and care.
Still learning. Still trusting. Still healing.

02/18/2026

Luke was doing so good with working on sitting up by himself! I was so proud of him!
This was February 22,2021, just a couple months before his last surgery. :(
Miss him always!

02/12/2026

Luke playing with one of his favorite toys. He was leaning to turning it on. 😁

In my last post, I talked about how social media and other parents helped us find a different treatment after six hard r...
02/11/2026

In my last post, I talked about how social media and other parents helped us find a different treatment after six hard rounds of chemo.
But there were two moms in particular who really carried me during that time.

Smiles for Baby Charley and Team Lily

By the time I connected with them, we had already been through six rounds of chemo that made my baby sicker every single time. I was exhausted. I was overwhelmed. And I was constantly wondering if we were doing the right thing.
Both of their daughters had the same brain tumor as my son.
They understood everything without me having to overexplain. The diagnosis. The side effects. The fear. The constant second-guessing.
And both of them gave me their phone numbers.
I still think about that.
I called. I texted. I asked so many questions. I said the things out loud that I didn’t even want to fully admit to myself.
They answered.
They shared what worked. What didn’t. What to ask. What to push for. What to watch for.
One of these moms had already lost her daughter to this tumor. And even carrying that kind of grief, she still showed up for me.
The other is still in the fight with her daughter today. Still advocating. Still living this every day. And somehow still making space to help other moms like me.
I understand that urge now in a different way.
When you walk through something like this, you don’t want the pain to be wasted. You want to hand the next mom every piece of information you have. Every lesson. Every warning. Anything that might make it even a little easier for her.
That’s what they did for me.
Their guidance helped shape decisions we made for my son. Their honesty helped me find my voice in appointments. Their support made me feel less alone in rooms that felt suffocating.
This is what I mean when I say community matters.
Sometimes it looks like two moms saying, “Here’s my number. Call me.”
And answering when you do.
I will always be grateful for that.
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02/11/2026

Luke was such a trooper. At 9 months old he has already been on 3 different chemo’s and things weren’t changing much.

02/10/2026

I miss days like this!!

02/09/2026

Luke had a massive tumor and the right side of his brain, but because it was so big it was pushing up on his optic nerves, causing blindness he had very limited vision.

I almost quit chemo after the first dose.When we placed the Broviac and started treatment for his brain tumor, we began ...
02/08/2026

I almost quit chemo after the first dose.
When we placed the Broviac and started treatment for his brain tumor, we began with two chemotherapies that were known to make kids very sick. And they did exactly that.
We didn’t stop right away. We kept going.
Dose after dose.
About six rounds of chemotherapy that made him sicker every time.
I remember coming home after one of those treatments and thinking, I don’t want to keep doing this. I didn’t want to keep watching him get sicker than he already was. He was already throwing up from the tumor itself—and now we were adding more to his little body.
That’s when my mom instinct kicked in.
I started doing my own research, and this is where other parents—and honestly, social media—changed everything for us. I found Facebook support groups filled with parents whose children had the same specific brain tumor and syndromes. Parents sharing their stories, asking questions, comparing treatments, and being brutally honest.
I learned things I had never been told. Things I didn’t even know were options.
Through those groups, I connected with a handful of mamas whose children had similar tumors to my son’s. Some I’ve never met in real life, but they are incredibly dear to me. We talked often, compared notes, and supported each other through fear, heartbreak, and hope.
Because of those conversations and that collaboration, we found a different treatment for my son.
It didn’t cure his tumor—but it stopped the growth.
The side effects were minimal.
It didn’t require a Broviac.
And it came in pill form.
For him, it changed everything.
This is why parent voices matter.
This is why sharing our stories matters.
And this is why I’ll never stop talking about the power of community, research, and parents advocating for their children.
If you’re a parent walking a similar road—or if you believe stories like this deserve to be heard—please share, follow, and stay connected. Someone out there may need this exact post today.

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Lucas Travis Ornellas born 5/1/2018 at David Grant Medical Center, Travis Air Force Base. Lucas was the perfect baby, only fussed when he wasn't getting enough hugs and kisses from everyone!

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For the first 2 month of his life, Lucas was hitting all of his mile stones and developing very well. No signs of anything wrong or potentially wrong. He loved to eat and at times would eat up to 6 oz of milk in one setting and get "Milk Drunk." He had no issues with travel and actually loved car rides and seeing new places. He would interact with lots of people and love every min of it. At one point, he sounded like he said "I LOVE YOU" back at two months.

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