Drumline

In May of 2010 a very strong, handsome, and kind 5th grader was diagnosed with cancer.
When he was in 3rd I had the honor of being his teacher.
He was one of those kids that you just fall in love with.
You wish more kids could be like him.
You hope that your son grows up and carries many of the same qualities of him.

His family had a year of ups and downs.
In and out of the hospital.
Lots of treatments.
Lots of pain and heartache.
Then in May of 2011 he was done with chemo.
The cancer in his leg was gone.
And then a couple months later more bad news.
They had to amputate his leg to save his life.
So a month or so go by.
They feel like they are finally on the path of recovery.
And bam...more bad news.
The cancer is back.
And it's bad.
It's in his back, groin, brain, and bone marrow.
He's given 3 months to live.
He's 11...3 months to live.
Not fair.
Today the local high school's drum line played at his house.
It was the coolest things I've ever seen.
Loud. Happy. Fun.
And then you remember why they're there.
To bring some joy to a family that has so much heartache right now.
But, that little bit of joy is just what they needed.
It was awesome to see the community come together.
Neighbors.
Classmates.
Teachers.
We stood there in awe for 30 minutes.
Cried. Hugged. Prayed.
All for an 11 year old.
An 11 year old that is fighting so hard right now.

I wish he would have been able to come outside to see it.
But, he did wake up and heard them playing.
That makes me smile.

I have seen him 3 times in the past 2 weeks.

I am so happy I was able to see him this last time.

He's gone down hill since and not able to have visitors.

I hope and pray that I am able to see him again next week.

That he gets just a little better and can have a visitor.

Until then I will continue to pray.

I will continue to remember that my small problems could be so much bigger.

And I will continue to hug my babies extra tight each and every day.