Today my little one is unwell. Nothing terrible just a simple virus I would assume. She is tired, and in need of a bit of TLC.
I must admit as she is getting older, it is no real chore to turn back the clock slightly and just lie beside her, and fuss over her. Not to mention watching an episode of Little House on the Prairie.
However whilst this should indeed be a pleasant time with her, my mind is ill at ease. Because seeing her like this brings me back.
It brings me back to this time last year when we were all unaware of what the next few weeks would bring.
When my friend said of her young son “He’s still not very well. He’s complaining of being very tired”. When we all looked at him and spoke of extra vitamins, and the trials of a new school. When we wondered if he should cut down on all his sporting activity for a while. When no one knew or thought even for a moment that within a few weeks we would discover he had Cancer. Leukemia to be precise.
For those of you who do not follow my blog, my story about this remarkable young boy can be read in the bone marrow category above. He went on to have a bone marrow transplant in July which was wonderfully successful. However he has had a very complicated recovery to date.
A few weeks ago we once again braced ourselves to say “Goodbye”. He had survived before but this time we felt it was too much to ask of him. I cried out to you who read this blog to pray for him if you had faith, or to think of him if you had not.
Once again he astounded us all.
His consultant has said that he has a very rare quality. Something he does not come across often. He said he has “An X Factor”.
I have no doubt he has something but personally I think his survival has been the result of many things.
There has been the outstanding efforts by the medical team to save him.
There has been the outpouring of positive thoughts and prayers where we live, which has rippled out across wordpress and the world.
But above all these, this boy was born with a will of steel. Even in his darkest hour when he could have decided he’d had enough and no one would have blamed him, he chose to keep fighting. I believe the reason he has fought so hard to date has been his desire not so much to live, but to remain with his amazing parents, brother and sisters, and extended family.
For the past eleven months this boys family have supported him. Day and night they are beside him. They have not wearied or given up. They have at times, when it was required, carried him along. They too have an X Factor.
As I write this I want to thank you one and all for the part you have played in this. I know so very many of you have thought of him often and kept him in your prayers, even though you have never met him, or are ever likely to.
So today as I sit here nursing my little lady I do so with the knowledge that she will return to full health in a few days. My life will then return to normal. Thankfully her illness is just a simple virus. I am glad she is only unwell. How lucky are we.
Here’s hoping that the young warriors parents too can one day return to normal, giving out about his dirty football gear, messy bedroom, busy schedule and lack of interest in homework. In other words many of the things the rest of us are lucky enough to consider as problems.
I am thankful today to have such problems.