One of the ladies I bonded with at VoiceTrax emailed me that her grandson has terminal brain cancer and gave me the website his aunt set up for him. I met this child at the VoiceTrax picnic the first year I attended classes there. Louis was four or five years old and struggling to open a can of soda pop. I offered to help and he politely refused because he was determined to do it himself. He conquered that can without spilling a drop. The smile on his face showed his joy. He touched my heart with his determination and tenacity that day. That's why the memory is so clear.
To hear he's now twelve and dying breaks my heart. Apparently about the time his grandmother quit taking classes when he was seven, he had his first incidence with a tumor on his brain stem. They got it and he recovered most of his functions on his left side over the next year. Then little tumors started appearing elsewhere and were dealt with until his brain stem is now infiltrated again and it's inoperable.
I sent him some money to enjoy the two months they say he'll be able to do things with a decent quality of life. Poor kid.
In case you're curious: http://web.mac.com/judylillian/Louis/Welcome.html
To hear he's now twelve and dying breaks my heart. Apparently about the time his grandmother quit taking classes when he was seven, he had his first incidence with a tumor on his brain stem. They got it and he recovered most of his functions on his left side over the next year. Then little tumors started appearing elsewhere and were dealt with until his brain stem is now infiltrated again and it's inoperable.
I sent him some money to enjoy the two months they say he'll be able to do things with a decent quality of life. Poor kid.
In case you're curious: http://web.mac.com/judylillian/Louis/Welcome.html