Mom Shares Pain From Funeral After 3-Year-Old With Rare Brain Cancer Dies in Her Arms

Two weeks ago, social media influencer Ashley Stock shared the heartbreaking news that her 3-year-old daughter Stevie had died. The toddler was diagnosed with a rare brain tumor just one month before she passed away in her mother's arms on May 27, and the news left Stock's loyal fan base in shock. Last week, Stock updated her Instagram account to share 10Ā photos taken when Stevie was laid to rest June 1Ā in a private funeral attended only by close family.

As her caption, Stock included only the lyrics to the song 'It's Quiet Uptown' from the Broadway musical 'Hamilton.'

In the Tony Award-winning musical, the song plays just after Alexander Hamilton's son Philip died, and it's clear from the lyrics that Stock felt them deep in her soul after saying goodbye to Stevie:

There are moments that the words don't reach

There is suffering too terrible to name

You hold your child as tight as you can

And push away the unimaginable

The moments when you're in so deep

It feels easier to just swim down

They move uptown

And learn to live with the unimaginable.

If I could spare (her) life

If I could trade (her) life for mine

Sheā€™d be standing here right now

And you would smile, and that would be enough

I don't pretend to know

The challenges we're facing

I know there's no replacing what we've lost

And you need time

But I'm not afraid

I know who I married

Just let me stay here by your side

That would be enough

In the comments, countless fans wrote words of support and sympathy.

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ā€œThis is my life nowā€. That sentence plays in my head several times daily. Sometimes i catch myself whispering it out loud. I still canā€™t tell if Iā€™m phrasing it as a question or a mantra. Perhaps both. I suppose it depends on the moment. Because there are definitely times when Iā€™m wading in peace about the new path the Lord has placed before us. But then, there are the mornings...when i wake up, and for a split second, i think this could all be a terrible nightmare and Iā€™ll get out of bed and walk back into the life i signed up for. Then reality hits my like a punch to the gut. A lump forms in my throat and it becomes hard to swallow. Suddenly Iā€™m torn between going back to sleep to stop the pain or rushing to scoop up my baby girl and soak up every single moment with her. Iā€™m choosing the moments over the sleep. I can sleep later. I can breakdown later. For now, I trace the invisible line from the middle of her forehead down to the tip of her nose with my finger at least a hundred times a day. Iā€™m memorizing the way her features relax with my touch. Iā€™m saying silent prayers that i never forget the way her skin feels on mine. Iā€™m smelling her salty hair and her sticky neck and her sweet little toes and wishing there was a way to bottle her scent up forever. I gently tickle her belly button and massage her head and tell her constantly that she is safe, she is loved, she is perfect, she makes me happy and Iā€™m so proud of her. : @michellebeller

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"I'm crying," wrote one. "Your sons' tears tear me up."

"No mother should ever have to bury their baby!" added another.

"The loss is immeasurable, but so is the love left behind," wrote someone else.

"I weep for you," added yet another follower. "We are all here for you and your family. She is and will forever be loved by so many."

Stock's loyal fans have been following her difficult journey since it began back in April, when Stevie was hospitalized.

In a post April 12, Stock shared that the toddler had been admitted due to "rapidly declining motor function," and that Ben had to stay behind with their boys because of COVID-19 restrictions.

"After several tests, a social worker came and escorted me to a private room where four doctors sat waiting," she recalled. "My stomach sank as I accepted the box of tissues handed to me and they delivered the news that our sweet baby girl has a large mass on her brain. This is all we know for now. We are awaiting additional tests and a neurosurgeon and team of doctors will be having a round table to discuss best next steps for our baby girl. Please pray for our Stevie."

In the days that followed, and the family learned more, the news only led to more heartache.

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My unbreaking. Iā€™m working every single second to keep my thoughts present, in this moment, rather than spiral into the fear of the ā€œfuture possibilitiesā€ and ā€œwhat ifā€™sā€. But sometimes i break, the flood gates open and i give myself permission to sit alone and cry while Stevie sleeps. Update: we are admitted and in the oncology unit at Childrenā€™s Hospital Los Angeles. We are surrounded by compassionate super hero healthcare workers who are already leaving their mark on our hearts. Ben and i still canā€™t be here with Stevie together (Covid precaution) and thatā€™s a level of soul crushing i canā€™t even put into wordsā€”to not be able to comfort each other during the worst moments of both our lives, to not hold hands and cuddle our daughter together . Stevie begs to be home with her pups and brothers and her own bed. Sheā€™s getting more lethargic by the hour, little appetite, not herself. Right now, all we do is wait and itā€™s unnerving. We donā€™t know any more conclusive information until her MRIā€”which is now scheduled for tomorrow (time TBD). Stevie is beyond brave and i see her working so hard to make the most of this and tolerate her discomfort. I snuck home for an hour today to squeeze my boys and be honest with them about whatā€™s happening with Stevie. We cried together, prayed together and made promises to give grace and show up for each other in this timeā€”i think they got it. Your outpouring of love, compassion, support and prayers is felt beyond measure. We can literally feel your hearts opening to us and that has helped us feel less alone in this scary season, thank you, from the bottom of our hearts. #stevielynnstock

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Stevie was officially diagnosed with DIPG, or diffuse intrinsic pontine glioma — a type of brain tumor found in the brain stem. According to St. Jude's, about 10 to 20% of all pediatric brain tumors are DIPG, and even though they are most common in children 5 to 10 years old, they can occur at any age, even children as young as Stevie.

Tragically, DIPG has a 0% survival rate.

"We are shattered. Broken. Gutted," Stock wrote after learning the news. "Somehow my body continues to produce tears and ugly crying has become my only release."

In her posts, Stock chronicled what she came to call her "unbreaking," as she and her husband came to terms with Stevie's fate.

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How do you put worst case scenario into words? Thatā€™s what Iā€™m sitting here trying to figure out, in between holding my baby and hyperventilating with my head between my knees. Today we learned the news that Stevieā€™s tumor is a form of cancer called DIPG (diffuse intrinsic pontine glioma). And it has a 0% survival rate. We are shattered. Broken. Gutted. Somehow my body continues to produce tears and ugly crying has become my only release. We will be spending the rest of the week in the hospital to discuss treatments that will make the rest of her life more comfortable. Then we will be headed home where she can be comfortable with her brothers and puppies and we can cherish our sweet girl and heal as a family. I wonā€™t pretend to understand why we have to go through this or what Gods purpose is in this pain, but my faith in Him is the only constant i have right now and Iā€™m holding to it with every ounce of strength i posses. He knows our pain and He carries it with us. I know many of you love her dearly and this is ripping you in half too, and your instinct will be to fight and to push and to advocate and to try to save herā€”i know because those are our instincts too. But the reality of her prognosis is real. We have literally consulted and met with dozens of the top pediatric neurologists, neurosurgeons and oncologists. We would go to the ends of the earth to save her if we could. For all those who have been praying for a miracle with us, keep praying, but please know that Stevieā€™s miracle, our miracle may not come in the way youā€™re praying. But God is good and it WILL come and one day we will all understand the purpose in this pain. But for now we surrender. We surrender to her prognosis and that which we canā€™t control. We give her the best of everything she needs to be happy and pain free and we teach ourselves and our children how to make these final memories happy ones, ones we can hold onto and cherish, memories that make us smile even if weā€™re smiling through tears. #dipg

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"I'm working every single second to keep my thoughts present, in this moment, rather than spiral into the fear of the 'future possibilities' and 'what if's," she wrote in an April 13 post. "But sometimes I break, the flood gates open, and I give myself permission to sit alone and cry while Stevie sleeps."

"I don't know how to do this," she wrote in another post, just days later. "And if it were up to me, I'd curl up into a ball of sadness and grief and stay there forever, just laying in my pain — because the thought of overcoming it in any capacity seems insurmountable."

Through it all, though, her daughter pulled her through. According to Stock, Stevie remained "beyond brave" as she continued to work "so hard to make the most of this and tolerate her discomfort."

Over the next month, the Stocks were placed on an emotional roller coaster they couldn't get off.

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Stevie Lynn Stock 3 years old. Seed Planter. Miracle Maker. Light Giver. Heart Healer. Blue eyed, dimpled smile, curly haired forever baby girl. Adored little sister, daughter and friend. At 1:05pm on May 27th, Stevie took her final breath in our arms. There have been many miracles and countless God moments that Iā€™ll put into words when my heart has strength. For now, Iā€™m overwhelmed with relief that sheā€™s at peace but Iā€™m also feeling crushed by a pain so intense i canā€™t put it into words. I let it out a bit at a time, like when you gently twist the lid off a liter soda bottle...releasing the built up pressure little by little to keep it from exploding all over the place. I guess itā€™s like that. Iā€™m twisting the lid on my grief gently. Because if i release it all at once, i donā€™t see how i could possibly survive. Gentleness has been my most effective approach on grief these last months, gentleness for myself and for all the beloved mourners by my side. We have complete faith in there being a greater purpose of this tragedy (and itā€™s already unfolding through your stories of renewed hope), but unfortunately, faith is not a ā€œget out of pain freeā€ card, and thatā€™s okay. I donā€™t know how to do this, so for now weā€™ll continue one day at a time held by the grace of God, the support of loved ones and the prayers of strangers who have become friends. #stevielynnstock #dipg #starsforstevie

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Finally, at 1:05 p.m. May 27, it came to an end — and a new emotional journey began.Ā 

"Stevie took her final breath in our arms," her mother wrote in one heartbreaking post. "There have been many miracles and countless God moments that I'll put into words when my heart has strength. For now, I'm overwhelmed with relief that she's at peace but I'm also feeling crushed by a pain so intense I can't put it into words. I let it out a bit at a time, like when you gently twist the lid off a liter soda bottle … releasing the built up pressure little by little to keep it from exploding all over the place."

In the days since Stevie's death, Stock has remained honest and open about her grief, as well as how much her daughter's spirit keeps her going.

"Everything is you," Stock wrote in one Instagram post to her daughter. "I've built my life and my heart around you and your brothers and while the joy still exists all around me, none of it feels even close to the same without you. Living this broken feels impossible, but baby girl, I promise I'm looking for your miracles around every corner. Even from the other side, you're keeping me going. We've got work to do, hugs to give and hearts to heal."