The medals on our chests
Are port-a-caths for meds
Helmets won't stay on
'Cause no hair is on our heads.
Our weapons of destruction
We take every day
We fight the battle within us
While we struggle on to play.
We fight with honor and courage
No Marine could do as well
We are only little children
Living in this hell.
So bring on the medals
The Purple Hearts of Wars
The Gold Cross, The Silver Star
To place upon our scars.
For we are the Children of Cancer
No one has fought so hard
But every day we struggle on
Our life is our reward.
*this poem was posted at the clinic today and I had to share it with you. It is so hard to put into words how hard this situation is, and this poem said it all beautifully.
Love, Cherie
Thursday, July 31, 2008
The Littlest Soldiers
Posted by X-Man at 3:20 PM
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Cherie-
Here is a response from one of the familes from CAT. There are many people praying for all of you. Love you guys!
Mindy
I understand what Xavier and his family are going through I have a child name Joshua who is in my daycare that came down with leukemia at the age of 2. God's hands have been on him. We will be celebrating his 5th birthday this month he still goes in for treatment's, but his cells look great. He also has a port on the inside of his chest were they give him his treatments, Tell Xavier that my 3yr to 11yr old will be praying for him and his Family
God is Good
Betty Cooley
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