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Oh heart. Oh heart. Ours to yours...

This is the most difficult thank you letter we will ever
write.  No matter how long we
reflect, how often we rewrite, how many times we revise - words can only fall
short.  We will never be able to
adequately express our profound gratitude for the unwavering support that has
been bestowed upon us. We remain humbly grateful, and infinitely indebted, for
the outpouring of love and innumerable acts of humanity we have received. 



After hearing the stunning news of Paxton’s diagnosis - countless
members of our community swiftly & readily enlisted in what would soon be quipped,
Paxton’s “Army of Love”. Among them - a vast array of: family, friends,
co-workers, former classmates, clients, students, doctors, nurses, pastors, “friends of
friends”, and complete strangers. Although they did not know one another, a common thread
instantly tethered them: the desire to fight cancer alongside our precious,
Peaceful Warrior.  They joined hands,
stood hip to hip, and formed a frontline. Without uttering a single word they confidently
proclaimed, “We are ready.”



Our new reality rendered us disoriented from a haze of limitless
fear, suffocated by unparalleled anguish, and immobilized in unprecedented
grief.  However, we remained keenly
aware that a steady current of love was enveloping around us.  We received cards, text messages, emails,
phone calls offering love and support throughout each day, and every night.  We were given notes, written on scraps
of paper and left at the front desk of Children’s Hospital, when visitation
could not be granted.  An online
calendar was made, shared, and monitored to ensure we had a dinner each evening.
Multiple gift cards, goodie bags, groceries, and home good supplies were
purchased.  While inpatient, home
repair projects were finished, yard work done, our home cleaned, laundry washed
& folded. Children across Wisconsin had lemonade stands and proudly gifted
their proceeds. A freezer chest magically appeared in our garage to provide a
place to store the compiling dinners. Blessed blankets, stuffed animals, “snap-in-front”
outfits, children’s books, and a necklace with a charm containing a picture of
my sweet baby arrived. Numerous donations
to Paxton’s Angel Network were made; personal checks written and sent.  Several fundraisers, a silent auction,
and an honorary blood drive were held. 
Wristbands were created, purchased, and donned. Dearly committed family
members shared shifts through frightening, heart wrenching, sleepless nights.  Endless trips between our home and the
hospital were made to gather forgotten items…and then made again. Vacation days
were used. Mileage was compiled. Our adored dog, Lucas, was lovingly adopted –
whether we rushed to the ER, or embarked on what would become an 18-night stay.  A beautiful song, “Learn to Fly”, was
written & recorded.  Prayer
chains were started. Candles, at congregations around the globe, were lit.  Individual prayers – in homes across
the land - were said…every single night. 
Our nephews and niece were gladly “taken in” as to grant my devoted sister
some undistracted time with her beloved nephew. Yellow fast became everyone’s
new favorite color. Angels were compiled – a statue, garden ornament, figurines,
pins, and coins.  Assistance with sorting
through, interpreting, and tracking endless medical statements was provided.  Heartwarming landscaping met us at our
front lawn. All of it made a difference. Every. Single. Thing. No one deed
superseded another – for, it was the ‘whole’ that afforded us the most
priceless gift. The abundant selflessness at play allowed us to focus every
second of the day, every ounce of emotional energy, where it was most needed…most
deserved: on our sweet Paxton.



Regretfully, we will never
be able to properly repay any one of these kind people, much less each one of them.  However, over the past several months a
group of special angels has been working tirelessly behind the scenes.  These angels – most, once complete
strangers – established a foundation in Paxton’s honor.  The Paxton Andrews
Foundation
: Team Paxton is an
Unincorporated Wisconsin Non-Profit Association (U.A.) and will have additional
federal tax exemption (501(c)(3) status in place, as soon as the final stage of
procedural processing by the IRS is completed.  Team Paxton
is devoted to continue Paxton’s fight. The goal: to stop cancer from stealing
one more child.  We can only hope,
it will suffice to know we are committed and determined to provide support to other
families facing the terrifying fight against childhood cancer.  If you are compelled to learn more, to
participate, to spread the word, to continue to fight - - please visit our website
at www.teampaxton.org 



John and I remain completely and wholly devastated by the loss
of our precious baby boy. In losing Paxton, we have lost our only child, our miracle
baby, our beloved, perfect, beautiful son; we have lost our future. For now, it
is impossible to separate the grief
of losing Paxton - from the love of having Paxton.  Grief
and love: the two most powerful, yet paradoxical, emotions - have
declared war in our souls.



We will walk this dark walk. It is sure to be the darkest walk
of our lives.  But we will not stop
searching for light.  When we need
it most, we believe Paxton will provide that light.  We will see the life spark of his contagious smile reflect in
your eyes.  We will feel the peacefulness
of his tender soul through your embrace. We will hear the gentleness of his beautiful
heart as you speak his name.  We
will sense the courage of his brave spirit from the march of your “Army of
Love”.  We will find Paxton is…all
around. 



With endless appreciation, immeasurable gratitude,
extraordinary love -



 xoox



Danna
& John Andrews



Paxton’s Momma & Daddy