I can't stop crying. This is going to be word vomit. On October 27, 2011 our principal stopped by each of our classrooms to whisper that Ben H. Was diagnosed with cancer. He was a 6th grader at our school and his dad was our art teacher. His little sister was in 2nd grade (what I teach) and didn't know yet, so we had to try and keep smiling through our Halloween party for her sake. On November 18, we found out about Avery's condition. I remember standing in the art room hugging Ben's dad for what felt like forever while we both held each other up as we bawled together. Ben had ALL and that was supposed to be one of the most curable cancers so there was still so much hope. He fought and fought and was completely cancer free about the same time I got pregnant with Blake. His dad and I once again shared a super sentimental hug, but this time, with less tears. We had been through hell, but there was so much to look forward to now. The present was happy.
But then Ben's cancer came back with a vengeance. It all blends together, but he had a bone marrow transplant and that was supposed to be the answer. He had a few weeks to be a normal kid before it popped up again. They started running out of options and suddenly this very curable cancer didn't seem to have a cure at all. He has been riding this awful roller coaster for the past four years. They tried a second bone marrow transplant, some T cell therapy, and countless trials to try and save his life. Nothing worked. His parents have hardly seen each other for the past 4 years as one would stay with the other kids in louisville while the other traveled to Cincinnati to stay with Ben, then they would switch places. He older brother has literally surrendered his body to help Ben in whatever way possible and his little sister goes home with whoever picks her up, never complaining because she just wants her brother to be okay. They all have been through hell for 4 years just trying to help Ben fight.
I just got word that Ben died last night and my heart is so broken for their family. He still had so much life left to live and it was ripped away from him. He was supposed to make it. He wasn't supposed to die. He was just a kid! I hate cancer so much. We have to find a cure soon. Why isn't there a vaccine yet? My heart hurts so much right now for his poor parents and siblings. It was never supposed to end this way
Oh honey. I am crying for you and for Ben and his family. I'm sending so much love and prayers and thoughts to all of you. I am so so sorry C. I am so sorry this happened. I love you. Text me if you need to.