So there is this adorable little boy who I had in my class four years ago. That puts him in fourth grade now. He was so handsome, easy going, kind to everyone, cooperative....just a great kid. From a great family. Our whole school community loves the family. Three well rounded kids....fun, down to earth.
So, last week the fourth grader starts throwing up. Must be a stomah virus right?
No....something must have happened over the weekend. We do not know what...all we know is Wednesday morning the child is in Children's Hospital....diagnosed with a rare brain tumor, ready for surgery.
He under went a six hour operation. They took what they could, but could not get it all. It is malignant and there is something showing up on his spine. He is in major pain but they do not want to give him anything for fear he will fall into a coma. ( Can you imagine his mom by his bedside?)
He is going to have radiation. No one knows the outcome.
This is the news I was faced with when I entered school today. I had to go on as normal. I have a job to do. So many times I had to catch myself and turn off my thinking for fear I would start crying.
I made it through the day....and when the kids cleared out of my class.....I just sat there, kind of numb....wondering where the tears were. What was wrong with me? Why wasn't I crying?
I was so tight. I decided to go to the gym. We have a cardiac cinama at this gym. It is dark...movies playing. Kind of a nice place to retreat.
I hopped on a bike and just started riding.....I kind of got out of myself and just pushed my body letting all of the stress of the day disapaite. Sweat began to fall off of me...and all of a sudden I realized it was not just sweat falling to the floor but also my tears.....I just let it all out.
I pray for this little guy. I pray for his family. And I pray for our school community. This is a tough one.
Another one of those curve balls that life throws us, that I just can't quite wrap my arms around.
