My heart has a cold fist around it.
I’m beside myself with frozen emotion.
Our nephew, precious young man, engaged to be married, his wedding to his lovely Heather is in December…he has been diagnosed with a soft tissue sarcoma. I met him when he was 4 years old, the cutest little boy. I fell in love with him immediately. He’s been part of my family’s holidays ever since. I’ve not had a Thanksgiving, Christmas, Easter, 4th of July, Birthdays, Baseball game…Game of Thrones episode without him.
The mass is in his chest wall, wrapped against a rib and pressed against his liver, about the size of a small dinner plate. He’s 32, and in for a fight.
He and Heather are currently in a strategy session with MD Anderson to investigate this mass further, and determine how to fight. It wont’ be without surgery, radiation et al.
If I could get ahold of that devil, and stomp on his head with my 7 1/2 foot, I’d put a hurt on him like he’s never known. Big Cuss Words!
Colin has an Aunt Wendy who’s praying for him. We are coming together as a family to support our precious young man. Please pray for him, he’s like one of my own boys.