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My Son ❤️

My son was 13 years old when I was diagnosed. He's 14 now. To be so young, he showed resilience and stepped up in a way he shouldn't have had to. That boy is my EVERYTHING! I would complain and pout at times and my child would get me right on together. People turned against me, friends went their own way and I use the term friend loosely. My constants in my life were God and my Son. One thing about illness, it'll expose how folks really feel about you. My Team though, the one God had for me was unstoppable. My baby slept on the floor at my chemo sessions. He cooked for me. He cleaned! He prayed for me. Like actually laid hands on me to pray for me. I appreciate him more than he will ever know. "I love you's" got pretty frequent while I was sick and even since being in remission. If not one soul prayed for me, I know my baby did. He ended up telling me that he had been missing out on sleep. When I asked why, he said it was because he was scared that I was going to die. That broke my heart so bad and I had to reassure him that I was not going to die on him. I lied but I'm glad God made sure I am still here to fulfill that promise to my child.