Cancer
	
	
17 years, 7 months & 11 days ago
26th Mar 2008 06:07She jumped up as soon as she saw the surgeon come out of the operating room. 
She said: 
"How is my little boy ? 
Is he going to be all right ? When can I see him ?" 
The surgeon said, "I'm sorry. We did all we could, 
but your boy didn't make it." 
Sally said, 
"Why do little children 
get cancer ? 
Doesn't God care any more ? 
"Where were you, God, 
when my son needed you ?" 
The surgeon asked, 
"Would you like some 
time alone with your son ? One of the nurses will be out in a few minutes, 
before he's transported 
to the university." 
Sally asked the nurse to 
stay with her while she said good bye to her son. 
She ran her fingers lovingly through 
his thick red curly hair. 
"Would you like a lock of his hair ?" the nurse asked. 
Sally nodded yes. The nurse cut a lock of the boy's 
hair, put it in a plastic bag and handed it to Sally. 
The mother said, 
"It was Jimmy's idea 
to donate his body to 
The University for Study. 
He said it might help somebody else. 
"I said no at first, but Jimmy said, 
" Mom , I won't be using it after I die. 
Maybe it will help some other little boy 
spend one more day 
with his Mom ." 
She went on, 
"My Jimmy had 
a heart of gold. 
Always thinking of 
someone else. 
Always wanting to help others 
if he could." 
Sally walked out of Children's Mercy Hospital for the last 
time, after spending most of the last six months there. 
She put the bag with Jimmy's belongings on the seat beside her in the car. 
The drive home was difficult. It was even harder 
to enter the empty house. 
She carried Jimmy's belongings, and the plastic bag with the lock of his hair 
to her son's room. 
She started placing the model cars and other personal 
things back in his room exactly where 
he had always kept them. 
She laid down 
across his bed 
and, hugging his pillow, 
cried herself to sleep. 
It was around midnight 
when Sally awoke. 
Laying beside her on the bed was a folded letter. 
The letter said : 
* Dear Mom , 
I know you're going to miss me; but don't think that I will ever forget you, or stop loving you, just 'cause I'm not around to say 
"I Love You" . 
I will always love you, Mom , even more with each day. Someday we will see 
each other again. 
Until then, if you want to adopt a little boy 
so you won't be so lonely, that's okay with me. 
He can have my room and all my stuff to play with. 
But, if you decide to get a girl instead, 
she probably wouldn't like the same things us boys do. 
You'll have to buy her dolls and stuff girls like, you know. Don't be sad 
thinking about me. 
This really is a neat place Grandma and Grandpa met me as soon as I got here 
and showed me around some, but it will take a long time 
to see everything. 
The angels are so cool. 
I love to watch them fly. 
And, you know what? 
Jesus doesn't look 
like any of his pictures. 
Yet, when I saw Him, 
I knew it was Him. 
Jesus himself took me to see GOD ! 
And guess what, Mom ? 
I got to sit on God's knee 
and talk to Him, 
like I was 
somebody important. 
That's when I told Him that 
I wanted 
to write you a letter, 
to tell you good bye 
and everything. 
But I already knew that wasn't allowed. 
Well, you know what Mom ? God handed me some paper and His own personal pen 
to write you this letter. 
I think Gabriel is the name of the angel who is going to drop this letter off to you. 
God said 
for me to give you 
the answer 
to one of the questions you asked Him 
"Where was He 
When I needed him ?" 
"God said 
He was in the same place with me, 
as when 
His son Jesus, 
was on the cross. 
He was right there, 
as He Always Is 
With All His Children ." Oh, by the way, Mom , 
no one else can see what I've written ..except you. 
To everyone else this is just a blank piece of paper. 
Isn't that cool ? 
I have to give God 
His pen back now. 
He needs it to write some 
more names in 
The Book of Life. 
Tonight I get to sit at the table with Jesus for supper. 
I'm sure the food will be great. 
Oh, I almost forgot to tell you. I don't hurt anymore. 
The cancer is all gone. 
I'm glad because I couldn't 
stand that pain anymore 
...and God 
couldn't stand to see me hurt so much, either. 
That's when He sent 
The Angel of Mercy 
to come get me. 
The Angel said, 
I was a Special Delivery ! 
How about that ? 
Signed With Love from God, Jesus & Me. 
