Y.M.
My son is a cancer survivor at only 3 years old. If he can make it so can she.
Forward my website to her.
http://huntersfirsthunt.tripod.com
It has his testimony, prayers, my spiritual thoughts. See the Monument page.
Also, here's my most recent poem:
Daddy can you fix it?
Bang, thump, Oops, it’s broken. Oh, no, what should I do?
Mommy, I broke it and I love it so much. Tell me, what should I do?
She took my hand and showed me the place to put my pile of mess.
It was the corner of the counter where I laid it down to rest.
She said, “Now wait and be patient for Daddy to take a look.
Maybe, he can fix it. Now let’s go read a book.”
We read a book, took a nap, and waited until night.
When he returned, I ran to him, to tell him of my plight.
He said, “Now give me some time to take a look and I will let you know.
If it can be salvaged or if we must let it go.”
I said, “Ok, I trust you Dad. If anyone can fix this, it’s you, it’s you, it’s you.”
He took it in his hands and replied, “I’ll try to make it like brand new.”
Whistle, toote, hop, whir, he gave it back to me!
Dented, scratched, and scared, I didn’t care, I was as happy as can be.
But, there was one part he couldn’t fix, so I grieved a big wet tear.
He took me in his arms to remind me that I musn’t fear.
Things might be different now, but you never know.
Something new might come of it; only time will let it show.
I settled down, in peace and quiet, and began to play a new way.
I was just happy I still had my favorite thing with me every day.
Bang, thump, it’s broken. Oh, no what should I do?
My heart is broken, I love him so much. Tell me, what should I do?
Mom still took my hand, and gave me a place for my mess.
I cried upon her shoulder and laid my sorrow to rest.
But, I brought along a little addition to our family.
She sat there on the corner of the counter starring back at me.
She said, “Mommy so sad. Please, don’t cry. Grandpa will be home soon.”
He’ll give us hugs, and lot’s of loves, and we’ll feel as bright as the moon.”
We read a book, took a nap, and waited until night.
When he returned, we ran to him, to tell him of our plight.
He said, “Now give me some time to think about this and I will let you know.
Remember dear, some things can be salvaged and some we must let go.”
I said, “Ok, I trust you Dad. If anyone can fix this, it’s you, it’s you, it’s you.”
He scooped his Grand-daughter up in his hands, and said, “How do you do?”
Whistle, toote, hop, whir, now she was as happy as she could be.
It didn’t matter where we were, as long as there’s you and me.
Dented, scratched, and scared, it didn’t really matter.
With Grandpa’s love filling the gaps, we returned to laughter.
But, there was one part he couldn’t fix, so I grieved a big wet tear.
Dad still took me in his arms to remind me that I musn’t fear.
The man I loved, just didn’t love me; so, I really didn’t want him back.
You can’t replace a missing part, the heart; he’s the one in lack.
So, things might be different now, but you never know.
Something new might come of it; only time will let it show.
I settled down, in peace and quiet, and began to play a new way.
I was just happy I still had my favorite thing with me every day.
Bang, thump, broken. Oh, no, what should we do?
Is he broken? Will he survive? I love him so much. Tell me, what should we do?
He fell down the stairs, call 911, his body is a mess.
I held my baby boy now, and reassured him “Mommy’s got you, just rest.”
We handed him to the doctors, they said, “Now wait and be patient while we take a look.”
My new husband turned to me and said, “Now we need to trust in the Good Book.”
We prayed, and prayed, and ran to Him, to tell him of our plight.
We paced the halls of the hospital throughout the entire night.
They said, “The fall, might have been, a blessing in disguise,
Scans show a tiny brain tumor; it’s still a very, very small size.”
After surgeries and chemo, we had one focused prayer.
To receive the same boy back, even though he had no hair.
If he can be salvaged or if we must let him go.
We placed him on the corner of the alter, feeling lower than low.
But, still I said, “Ok, I trust you Dad. If anyone can fix this, it’s you, it’s you, it’s you.”
He took him in his hands and replied to my heart, “I’ll try to make him like brand new.”
Whistle, toote, hop, whir, He gave him back to me!
Dented, scratched, and scared, we didn’t care, we are as happy as can be.
But, there was one part He couldn’t fix, so I grieved a big wet tear.
That chunk of time, a living hell, heart breaking trauma, and so much fear.
He took me in his arms to remind me that some things must be let go.
Something new might come of it; only time will let it show.
I settled down, in peace and quiet, and began to play a new way.
I was just happy I still had my favorite thing with me every day.
Bang, thump, Oops, it’s broken. Oh, no, what should I do?
He said, “Mommy, I broke the thing and I love it so much. Tell me, what should I do?”
I took his hand and showed him a place to put his pile of mess.
It was the corner of the counter where he laid it down to rest.
I said, “Now wait and be patient for Daddy to take a look.
Maybe, he can fix it. Now let’s go read a book.”
We read a book, took a nap, and waited until night.
When his Dad returned, he ran to him, to tell him of his plight.
His Dad said, “Now give me some time to take a look and I will let you know.
If it can be salvaged or if we must let it go.”
He said, “Ok, I trust you Dad. If anyone can fix this, it’s you, it’s you, it’s you.”
Dad took it in his hands and replied, “I’ll try to make it like brand new.”
Dad filled the gaps, mended the breaks, and he straightened the crooked piece.
Dented, scratched, and scared, he gave no care, his joy didn’t cease.
But, upon it’s return there was one part that just couldn’t be fixed.
Dad took him up in his arms and said, “Yes, boy, it certainly took a few licks.”
Things might be different now, but you never know.
Something new might come of it; only time will let it show.
So he settled down, in peace and quiet, and began to play a new way.
He was just happy he still had his favorite thing with him every day.
Me too.
I hope this helps to serve as support.
YM
