The struggle of dark images, to the light that surrounds them.
Life has given me struggles, cancer is the latest, I have fought every one struggle refusing to give up and determine to see the day grow old and whisper itself into a new dream. My son is the day, the reason, my sun and moon, my dream of seeing him grow and reach his own stars. Life has given me a fight, but my son gives me hope.
The light may fade the details in life, the struggles, the beginnings and the endings. But if you look closely my son is life, breathing, and discovering, reaching for his own stars. My son is my star, my reason to try new therapies, to fight the demon that continues to try to end my days and give me eternal night. For him I fight on! For one day you will read this story and know that I didn't give up.....