Friday, January 12, 2007
It saddens my heart...
Some of you may remember me blogging about a girl who lost her four-year-long battle with neuroblastoma. Her name was Christi Thomas. Christi's website links to other sites of kids who are fighting, or have lost their fight, to this nasty monster of a disease.
One such person is Penelope London. Penelope was diagnosed at the tender age of 16 months with Stage IV NB. She and Christi treated together at times in Philadelphia and New York City.
I have been mesmerized by this little sweet thing ... she reminds me so much of the Monkey. Maybe that is why it is so hard to look at her picture. I look at her and realize ... she could be my child. She could be the child of someone I know.
Penelope is losing her battle, and it doesn't seem that she is going to make it more than a few more weeks. I think of Christi in her last weeks of life, how frail she had become, and how distraught her parents were throughout those last weeks. I can only imagine the anguish that Penelope's parents are suffering right now, watching their four-year-old child, who should be going to preschool and playing with her friends and finger painting, battling for her very life, knowing that she will lose that battle in the not so distant future.
Dear sweet Penelope ... Godspeed, little one. I pray that your passing from this earth to your next existence is a peaceful one, and that you are surrounded by your family and friends.
http://www3.caringbridge.org/ny/penelope/
posted by Knitting Maniac at 8:59 PM
I'm a mom of three peeps ... Queen Bee, The Door Man, and the Chandelier Monkey, and wife to Ace, the Helpful Hardware Man. I created this space to get away from the people known as my inlaws, and because life with three kids and a hubby is all Unexplored Territory.
The nine-year-old who seems to be growing older every minute, has an opinion and a comment for everything, and has a true servant's heart.
The seven-year-old who loves the organization of things, will someday be someone's therapist because of his kind soul, and will more than likely be living with us until he is 40 years old.
The five-year-old with the 13-year-old attitude, who has a dictator's personality, asks you to watch her all the time and say "hold on" to keep your attention, and will someday come home on the back of some dude's motorcycle with 10 tatts and a body piercing or two.
The man of the house, the fixer of things, the winner of prizes, and the only person in his family to escape the South.
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Par-Tay!
3 Comments:
So sad. I'll keep her and her family and friends in my thoughts.
Yes, I know exactly what you mean. I check her webpage all the time. When I heard that I was pretty sad. Not the best thinwhen you're in the middle of computer class, staring at the computer screen in sadness.
Ashley ... you sound like a remarkable young lady yourself! The lyrics that you wrote for Christi Thomas are beautiful.
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