Monday, May 4, 2015

Diffrent


Mr. Blue eyes spring break this year looking Little  DIFFERENT
Cancer looks different for everyone, it comes in different forms and stages. It comes with different fears and worries because of who we are. It can be a quick easy journey, or long an even never ending.

In our community we just found out recently that a little boy in the fourth grade has Cancer.  This is the same age of  Mr. Blue eyes was when he got his. IT has hit close to home and close to our hearts. Our hearts have been heavy and to say the least and full of prayers for not just Him, but his family.

Today Mr. Blue eyes came home arguing with his brother about something silly.  He was upset.  It was after this that he saw me looking at this families face book page.  He then said this family is getting a lot more attention then us.  Why mom????  They have bracelets, shirts and everyone at school is all about team ..... Then he proceeded to to tell me that kids at school were being mean and saying that his cancer was nothing because this other kids is so much worse.  He goes on with tears in his eyes saying that a lot of kids have made comments to him about him not getting this kind of attention when he got cancer. Why not???

My mama heart broke into pieces. I talked to him about how this kiddo is going to a different hospital just for kids and that he has lived here all his life and so have his parents.  They are deeply rooted in the community of baseball here, which is everything in this town.
I reminded him that we only had lived here 2 1/2 years when he got cancer and that we have family and  friends all over that loved us and prayed for us.  Many spoiled him.  Not many people even knew about our journey only people from church (they were awesome) and a few at school.  We did not try to hide it we just did not have many of our people here, they were mostly far away.
I reminded him that this little guy is sick and has been hospitalized this week a lot.  I hugged him several time and empathized that all of those comments from other kids were hurt full and mean.  I reminded him how blessed he was to be loved by the people that loved and touched him.


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