My heart for your pain!
Let me tell you a little something about Ben. Ben is one of the nicest kids I know. Plays with his younger brother and has an unbelievable attitude. Even in the most intense pain he can still tell these absolutely terrible one-line jokes that just make you groan (can you name 30 one line cow jokes? Well Ben can). He has been such a fighter through this whole ideal keeping such a positive and great attitude. It breaks your heart. Walking out of the hospital when he was first being diagnosed I felt this intense pain in my chest. The memories of Caitlin came streaming back. What we wouldn’t do to take away any amount of the pain from these children. We complain (and yes I am just as guilty) about being home sick with a bad cough or a fever, and yet these heroes lose have poison directly injected into their bloodstream, lose their hair and they are the first ones to smile and welcome each new day. How much we could learn from them, and how much it hurts to see them in pain. Ben keep fighting! We will do everything we can for you, please keep fighting!!
And then there is his family. Oh how hard it most be for his parents. I could not even imagine what it must be like to see so much pain in my own family and being able to do nothing about it. At times like this we try to turn to religion, but even that can’t help. We would give anything to take away some of this pain, and yet there is nothing we can do besides being supportive, helping the doctors, and making him as happy as possible.
Ben you are NOT alone, keep fighting, we are going to stick with you and you are going to beat this!
posted by Matthew @ 9:01 PM
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My thoughts are with young Ben for strength and continued spirit.
Last year, I had the humbling experience of participating in the Light the Night walk for the Leukemia & Lymphoma Society. This is a yearly fundraiser, held at dusk, whose participants walk a total of 3 miles along the Embarcadero. There were several hundred participants in this cool, crisp night in San Francisco.
There were many who marched for a departed loved one, carrying banners, signs and pictures. The images of these men, women and children, and the love and dedication of their friends and relatives, brought tears to my eyes.
There were balloons sold at this event. Balloons that lit up the night. Red balloons for contributors. White balloons for survivors.
There were many white balloons. Teenagers, wearing running shoes and track pants, scampering past me, with white balloons. Toddlers, in strollers, with white balloons tied to the handles. Babies ! With white balloons on their wrists ! Survivors. Scores of them. Silently telling their stories with the luminescent symbol in their hands.
There is a white balloon waiting for Ben. Believe it, have faith and hold on to hope. Never forget to show your love and appreciation for those who have touched your life.
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