Sometimes just surviving is a noble fight...

As most of you know, I like to keep tabs on other cancer survivors and warriors who have somehow touched my life. Little, eight year old Michael, has certainly been one of these kind souls. I can't describe the kind of kid, that Michael is, only that he had more fight in him, than most of us do as an adult.

Early April of this year, Michael,
was diagnosed with type B-cell lymphoma.

After months of fighting off blood infections and cancer. Michael and his family, had decided a few days ago to hold off treatment, and let this vicious disease run its course. And, not put Michael, through any more pain.

On days like today, where I lay in bed, and find myself in pain from a trial. Or want to curse the heavens for my hand in life. Or when friends or family members complain about the difficulties in their life. I want to redirect my thoughts, your thoughts.

Michael passed away today. From what I can tell of how his mother spoke of him, he was an incredible kid, with a huge heart, and a fighting spirit. And just because the cancer overtook his body, it does not mean it changed his meaning or purpose on this earth.

So I ask you, on days, you don't want to get out of bed.
On days, when life just seems too hard.
On days, we want to give up -- because we all have them.
Just know, we should keep going, we should keeping moving, because we can.

If you have time, leave a message for Michael's mom on their caringbridge site.
Losing a child is probably the most heart breaking situation I can think of, I know she'll appreciate your support.

<3 B