Today, Seth and I took Lennon to his baby acrobats class. The waiting area, which usually has the other 4 toddlers in his class was completely empty. Hmmm.

When the teacher came out to get Lennon for class, I made a comment about how he was the only one to show up to class. She told me "Oh, Claire is at her sister's volleyball game. Hannah and Bronson couldn't make it this evening. And Brandon has cancer."

What?

Brandon. Has. Cancer?

I'll admit, I don't know this family very well. We only met them a month ago, when acrobats started. I've talked breifly with his mom, and watched his baby brother scoot around on the floor. Nevertheless, these words just hit me like I can't even explain.

He's 3. Just a little older than my own Lennon. 3. Three. Cancer.

I just can't get past it. I held myself together at the studio. I pretended like nothing was wrong throughout the evening. But now that it is quiet, and my Lennon is away at his grandparents, I can't get Brandon out of my head. I can't imagine how scared he must be, away from home, having surgery and chemo. How his family must feel. Why this happened to such a sweet little boy. I just can't let this go.

I hate you, cancer. Just leave this little boy alone. He's just a baby.

 

If you maybe have some room in your thoughts or prayers for one sweet little boy, think about Brandon. I am, and I don't think I'll ever stop. 

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spunk...
Oct. 3, 2008 at 12:11 AM

Thoughts and prayers with all that are affected by cancer. 

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