We were so upbeat yesterday at how well my son, Mike, was improving.

This morning we got his pathology and lab reports that we were anxiously awaiting. Dr. Brunsting said that Mike has a rare form of cancer that is fast spreading. It started with the tumor in his heart and spread down into both lungs. He said that he got all the cancer out of Mike's heart but there is nothing that can be done for the cancer in his lungs. He said that he thinks Mike may live 6 months or so and isn't sure that chemotherapy will even slow the cancer down. The doctor said that he can go home tomorrow and enjoy the time that he has left.

Mike told me that he went to bed the night he became sick and, other than being tired from work, was feeling great. In the middle of the night he began having horrible chest pains and was rushed to the hospital. He has never had any serious health problems, just the usual skinned knees, bumps on the head, and occasional bicycle wrecks that children normally have.

This mother is numb, my brain feels as if it is spinning like a broken record, it keeps thinking, "No, this is a mistake; the medical reports are wrong; they must be mixed up; this is my son and I have to find a way to help him." I wouldn't wish this on my worst enemy. A mother is supposed to be able to "kiss the boo-boo and make it well." This is no boo-boo, it's a monster inside my darling son's body. SOMEBODY HELP ME BEFORE I LOSE MY MIND.

Please pray for Mike. I know God can make him well again. We need a huge miracle here.

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