Without going into too much detail a friend is going through a really rough time - her little brother (aged 8) has an inoperable brain tumour and has days to live - this is an extract from his mom's journal which saw me in floods of tears...
~ He's My Son ~
by Mark Schultz
I'm down on my knees again tonight
I'm hope'n this prayer will turn out right
See, there is a boy that needs your help
I've done all that I can do myself
His mother is tired
I'm sure you can understand
Each night as he sleeps
She goes in to hold his hand
And she tries
Not to cry
As the tears fill her eyes
Can you hear me
Am I getting through tonight
Can you see him
Can you make him feel all right
If you can hear me
Let me take his place somehow
See, he's not just anyone, he's my son
Sometimes late at night I watch him sleep
I dream of the boy he'd like to be
I try to be strong and see him through
But God, who he needs right now is you
Let him grow old
Live life without this fear
What would I be
Living without him here
He's so tired
And he's scared
Let him know that you're there
Can you hear me
Am I getting through tonight
Can you see him
Can you make him feel all right
If you can hear me
Let me take his place somehow
See, he's not just anyone, he's my son
I just can get to grips with this - it seems to cruel, everytime I go to his webpage I just sit and cry... I am probably a bit over-hormonal being 33 weeks pregnant and all ...
I just thought I'd share the poem as it is so poignant...