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BY CLICKING ON THE TEEN ANGELS FOREVER IN THE LIGHT, YOU WILL BE HELPING CHRIS GET VOTES THAT ENABLE HIM TO GET A BETTER BANNER MADE JUST FOR HIM
This is the story of a VERY Brave young man, diagnosed at age 15, now 19 years(FOREVER0 old.
He has graduated from the Childrens Hospital and his care from now on is at Princess Margaret Hospital in Toronto.
New Oncologist, Dr. MARK MINDEN
BLOOD AND BONE MARROW DONORS EVERYWHERE......THANKYOU FOR THE LIVES YOU SAVE.
EVERYONE SPREAD THE WORD ABOUT THE GRAVE NEED FOR MORE BLOOD DONORS AND BONE MARROW DONORS, ITS THE BEST GIFT YOU WILL EVER GIVE
Christopher was born a preemie and weighed 4lbs, not bad for almost 2 months early, so even back then the lad had a rough time, 1 month spent in NICU before I could bring my little precious home.
At the age of 15 I thought he was behaving rather oddly, sleepy, antisocial and well, kinda out of it.
My mothers instinct kicked in big time and I took him to the doctor, and had a chat on the sly with him to ask Chris if he was depressed or into alot of dope........first things a mom would think with a teen!
During examination, he said he heard a heart murmur, and sent us for an echocardiogram two days later........that began the journey into hell..........
We were sent straight up the the ER for a CT scan which showed a very large tumour growing on his thymus gland......shock
Sent straight to The Hospital For Sick Children and went through 2.5 year of chemotherapy. Relapsed 3 months later and was decided BONE MARROW TRANSPLANT WAS HIS ONLY OPTION
TRANSPLANT DONE OCT 23/03...RELAPSE WITH ABDOMINAL TUMOUR May/04, OPTIONS..MORE CHEMO
since that tumour, there have been 2 tumours one on either side of his heart, another again in abdomin area, options more chemo, do nothing and let it kill you or fight on....
Chris chooses to fight on....
7 a FEW MONTHS LATER ANOTHER ABDOMINAL TUMOUR! weeks just after Christmas...spent in hospital....very grave...
yet another tumour....touching the sack of his heart, radiation, bone marrow has been failing for past couple of months...
Tried radiation, got two doses Thurs and Friday, died Monday, Feb. 28/05...
Overwhelming pneumonia, or sepsis, or ARDS
Glad you gave up the fight my PRINCE...YOU'VE FOUGHT LONG ENOUGH...
I WISH YOU PEACE SPECIAL THANKS TO DR. MARK GREENBERG AND CHRIS'S NURSE FROM THE HOSPITAL FOR SICK CHILDREN IN TORONTO...WITHOUT THE TWO OF YOU WE WOULD HAVE HAD NO CHANCE....
THANKS TO ALL THE DOCTORS AND NURSES INVOLVED WITH OUR DEAR CHRISTOPHER OVER THE YEARS...
YOU ARE DEDICATED, SPECIAL AND DO A JOB THAT NO ONE CAN UNDERSTAND, THANKYOU
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Cancer
Can you but feel my sorrow, can you feel my pain,
or even see my tears falling like rain,
know of the sickness and of the strain,
all of this I must endure again and yet again.
All of the drugs, the chemicals too,
the treatments I go though,
from all those injections,
come bruises often black and blue.
Now I look so different, now often I look strange,
for in this battle my body must change,
to defeat this cruel killer,
my life I must re-arrange.
Cells in my body are me trying to kill,
to win this great fight I must have the will,
your help and love is all that I ask,
to get me though this onerous task.
Every day and every night,
against this cancer I must battle and fight,
while I cry and weep,
this single thought I keep.
Reclaim my life, reclaim my right,
keeps me going night after night,
to live and to love as is my right,
I will not surrender, I will always fight.
Tony Williams - Broken Hill NSW
Nineteen-year-old Rob Dyer is launching a cross-country fundraising effort in support of canceron his skateboard. Rob recently lost one of his best friends and his mom to cancer. He decided to harness this emotional time and direct it into a positive mission. He is skateboarding from Los Angeles to Toronto (roughly 5,000 miles) to raise funds to support the fight against cancer.
"We really want to get the message out there, particularly to the kids that they should not be afraid to take action around their convictions. We are not powerless. We can make a difference in the world," said Dyer.
Robs passion and dedication to the cause have inspired friends and strangers alike who have volunteered to follow him in a supply-and-support bus, and chronicle his journey in real time for his Web site, skate4cancer.com.
The Skate4Cancer marathon will begin on March 3, 2004 in Los Angeles, California and is estimated to take approximately 200 days to complete. Robs crew will be keeping a daily log of his journey and will update his route and estimated times of arrivals at different cities along his journey. Rob plans to be skateboarding in Toronto in early October and will set two new world skateboarding records.
The general public can log on to skate4cancer.com to get updates of Robs journey and to learn ways of supporting the cause.
Journal
Monday, March 24, 2008 1:17 PM CDT Forever Changed
Can you see the change in me?
It may not be so obvious to you.
I participate in family activities.
I help plan holiday meals.
You tell me you're glad to see that I don't cry anymore.
But I do cry!
When everyone has gone -
when it is safe -
the tears fall.
I cry in privacy so my family won't worry.
I cry until I am exhausted and can finally sleep.
You tell me you admire my strength and my positive attitude.
But I am not strong.
I feel that I have lost control,
and I panic when I think about tomorrow...next week...next year.
I go about the routine of my job.
I complete my assigned tasks.
I drink coffee and smile.
You tell me you're glad to see I'm "over" the death of my child.
But I'm not "over" it.
If I get over it, I will be the same
as before my child died.
I will never be the same.
At times I think I am beginning to heal,
but the pain of loosing someone I loved so much
has left a permanent scar on my heart.
I visit my neighbors.
You tell me you're glad to see I'm holding up so well.
But I'm not holding up well.
Sometimes I want to lock the door
and hide from the world.
I spend time with my friends.
I appear calm and collected.
I smile when appropriate.
You tell me it's good to see me back to my "old self."
But I will never be back to my "old self".
Death and grief have touched my life,
and I am forever changed.
~ Author Unknown
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