A highschool classmate of mine has a little boy named John, who is 3 years old. He’s cute, funny, sweet… and he has cancer. 3 years old. My eyes well up just thinking about it.
I’ve been following along on their journey as they battle this horrible sickness. They’ve had to leave their 2 girls in Montana with grandparents while they’ve been in Seattle with John for the past several months as he undergoes some pretty serious treatments. He’s had 5 rounds (I think) of chemo so far, and has made some good progress, although the chemo itself has taken a toll on him, as you can imagine.
When they found out he had cancer it was already in stage 4, not good. Can you imagine your sweet baby this sick? Or the stress of living apart from family, in a single room of a Ronald McDonald house for months? Not only this, but his mama (my classmate) is almost 8 months pregnant.
John’s last scan showed some improvement after all the chemo. And he is scheduled for surgery Monday morning. The hope is that the tumor is now small enough for the surgeons to get all of it out.
So, if you are a pray-er, and I know many of you are, please keep this little boy in your prayers tonight and tomorrow morning. I will post again once I have heard how everything went. Thank you!

Those are hearts! Cute, no?
And another heart with a very cute smiley face. An M for M and an M for Mommy. :) Now I’m happy.

And of course, there was a big lesson for me there too: I’M A BAD MOMMY.