Hi peeps .. this is not a positive post .. so if you arent in the right frame of mind for something depressing please dont read on ..
I have just done something I have been telling myself not to for the last 2 hours ... I have just eaten a whole bag of 12 Snicker mini bars ... and have also discovered because of this that I am another emotional eater.
2 hours ago I was told that my 11 year old nephew is losing his battle with leukemia and chances are high he wont make it to Monday. Im devastated .. not that I have spent much time with my nephew .. in fact I havent seen him in about 7 years!! But from when he was first diagnosed at 5 I have done what I could from the distance I am from him to let him know I am thinking of him and have had fundraisers etc to get him fun things to do and have in hospital as he is in there so often.
When he was diagnosed just after his 5th birthday we were terrified thinking the worst but praying for the best .. we were fortunate enough to find a donor from Australia for him! He had the transplant as well as all the chemo etc that goes with it and all went well. Last Xmas we were told he had the all clear and he should have no more problems. We were elated, thought we had fought the demon and beaten it with our prayers, medical intervention and positive thinking.
Just before he turned 11 in September last year he became ill .. and we were stunned. The doctors said he had it again .. but they werent sure if it was the same strain, so here we go again we thought, only this time .. it was a tougher demon.
We almost lost him twice last year, he had his transplant again and we crossed fingers and prayed that he would survive the procedure. He fought like the little trouper that he is .. and came through the operations and chemo. But infections hit him and it has been touch and go for the last few months. Last month he was airlifted to Starship Hospital in Auckland from the hospital in Christchurch which is where he had received the majority of his care. He was put on life support and we thought this was it and so had to wait to hear what was happening.
A couple of weeks ago I was told he was off the ventilator, we thought hey great .. he is doing it again .. he is gonna beat this bacteria that was trying to take him out. Yesterday I was told he was in critical condition .. and tonight I have been told the doctors dont think he will make it to Monday!
I have been cursing for about an hour .. WHY is a big one in my vocabulary at the moment .. Tyler (Lil T as I call him) has been fighting for his life pretty much for the last 7 years .. and its not fair that after all that he has been through that he has to die.
I start thinking about how petty some people are .. here I am worrying about a few pounds .. or eating a bag of snickers .. what the **** am I doing killing myself slowly with food and being unhealthily overweight when this little boy wont even get a chance to go to college .. have a 16th .. a 21st ... live a dream or achieve any more goals. How dare I!
How dare I lie around the house because I cant be bothered to go to the gym when he doesnt have an option and I know he would have loved to do the things I take for granted and cant be bothered doing.
I am so frustrated and angry .. and sad .. and depressed ... but I know I have to be strong for my family because they are falling apart.
My only consolation ... Lil T is going to be with grandad .. he always called Lil T "My Little Man"... and Lil T wont hurt and have to fight for much longer .. as much as I dont want him to go .. I really dont want him to be in any more pain.
Im sorry about this peeps .. I just had to get it out or I would attack whatever else is in my cupboards .... not that Im not still tempted .. but this has helped me control it a little more...
Thank you to everyone who said a prayer for Tyler .. myself and my family appreciated all of your comments and prayers .. if you could pray for a peaceful and painfree end that would be appreciated too.
Love & Hugs to everyone
Your Friend in New Zealand
Katt


