Can someone please tell me how I am supposed to say goodbye to my only son. My Noah. The only thing I have ever wanted in my life. I can’t do it. He is here now and this is torture. I can touch him, hear him… he’s Noah, just with no hair!! He can’t go! I have never excepted the word “no” or “can’t” in my life!!! You can cut the air in our house with a knife. Dennis and can’t even look at each other. We can’t grab him and hide him. We can fly to another country. We can’t protect him or save him. And we are still expected to be parents??? Disciplining, time outs…this is crazy!!! There is nothing we can do. My baby. He is so innocent and doesn’t deserve this. All he wants is to grow up and have a future. He wants to do karate and go to school … marry Dylan. He doesn’t understand and he’s too smart to ask. Now, every time he says something brilliant I want to scream!!!!! We were playing with wax tonight… pouring it … letting it cool and he looks at me and says “Mom that’s reversible change.” He and his mind are supposed to be here to make this world better!!! How are we supposed to do this? I completely understand that children are a gift, on loan from God… but the pain and torture is inconceivable!!! This is hell on earth… a living nightmare. And we have to keep a brave face for him. Dennis and I are dying.
Dear Lord please help us, we are weak and breaking. We need help. We need a cure.