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In my dreams, I’m watching my son get married or getting ready to hand me a grand-baby. These are normal life events that any 27-year old son would be heading towards. But as I am awakened by hospital alarms sounding… reality sets in. While the world prepared to fight a virus, my Son was told he would be battling a rare cancer. Rhabdomyosarcoma. A soft tissue cancer that is predominantly found in children and only approximately 40 adult cases recorded with a 5-year life expectancy. Facing a tumor, the size of a foot consuming his prostate, he charged head first hitting it with 9 Chemo Treatments, Radiation, Experimental Drugs, countless tests, Labs and Doctor appointments. Now, a year later the tumor has shrank to the size of a walnut, but it has metastasized to his lungs. He is still fighting with strength of a lion, but time is not on his side. As his Mother, I could not be more proud of his strength and courage he has shown through all of his pain and suffering. It kills me that I can’t help him. That I can’t take this from him and that short of a miracle, I will have to live the rest of my life without his amazing smile. From the moment he came into my life, he saved me in so many ways, I wish I could save him now! The only thing I can do is bring him some kind of joy while he is still here with me. I ask for help to do this, So many reasons: soaring medical bills, life expenses, final expenses. But most of all, wonderful memories that will have to last me a life time and moments of joy for my Son before we have to say goodbye
