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Hi everyone,
I am going begin by telling you all a true and heartbreaking story...
My friend and I had each a son aged 2 and would get together to play each week. The boys got on really well and looked forward to their play dates and I
also looked forward to chatting with the other mother about life in general. Anyway, on one of these play dates, we were watching the boys playing in the yard and noticed my friends boy (I shall name him Bob, shall I?) fell over. It appeared that he simply tripped over his own feet so we picked him up, brushed the prickles off him and then sent him off to play some more. This happened two more times and each time neither of us mums thought anything of it. Why would we? Kids trip over all the time. After Bob and his mum went home, he ate some lunch but vomitted soon after. This wasn't just a normal vomit though, he brought up blood and lots of it. His mum took him immediately to the E.R where a series of tests began. The dr's couldn't pinpoint what the problem was at that stage so they suggested a CT and MIR scan to be done. Being a ususally active 2yr old, they needed to sedate him to hence any movement during the tests. Little did my friend know, this would be the last time she would be able to tell him she loved him.
The tests showed Bob had a brain tumor (can't remember the technical name for it) and was also told that it was probably malignant. Bob never woke from the sedation and was basically in a coma. The dr told my friend that there was nothing that they could do, that he would soon die after being taken off of the life support machine that he was hooked up to.
My friend was asked wether she would consider donating Bob's organs. After explaining the procedure and what organ donation can achieve, my friend agreed wholeheartedly.
The time came when she had to kiss her son and say goodbye while the dr turned the life support off. Bob slipped away soon after in his mums arms, very peacefully.
Now, after reading this you may be asking "why is she telling me this?" I wanted to tell this story to all of us parents who get worried about worrying about our kids too much, being told we are neurotic when we take them to the dr's for a tiny sniffle or even have a heart attack at the sight of our little ones tripping over their own shadows. Can we really worry too much?
My friend has to deal with this question each and every day. "why did't I notice something sooner, did that tumble last week cause this to happen?" The answer was that she could never have known and that being the type of tumor it was, it was only a matter of time not if.
After such a terrible thing to happen, my way of looking at things has changed. I will NEVER again worry about being a neurotic mother. We only get one shot at being a mother to our kids and we should remember to never take that for granted.
Life is too precious and in this case, certainly far too short...