Many of us on a daily basis pass the battlefield without ever thinking or realizing a battle is taking place. It is fought by the youngest of our generation,; children who did not volunteer to participate in this war. It is a battle that is ongoing, never ending and it hardly ever makes headlines. It is a war that people accept and as long as it never invades their home they hardly ever think about it. The enemy is evasive, deceptive and patient. It pries on everyone but the casualties it causes on children are the most discerning. The enemy comes in all forms and its arsenal is strong and continuous. We refer to this renegade in different terms; cancer, tumors, infections, disease. The battle with this enemy is fought in the hospital by all ages, but when it effects children that is when the war hits home. Moms and Dads are immediately thrown to the frontlines aiding their children in any way possible; but knowing all the while that this fight will have to be fought by their child. Yes, our wonderful Doctors and Nurses will be the catalyst behind the attacks to subdue the enemy but the pain, agony, frustration will be endured by the young child. They were not drafted, they did not volunteer to par take in this confrontation. It does not seem fair at such a young age to deal with the issues of life and death. It is not fair for a child to look in their parents eyes searching for hope, for truth, for answers that all is good; that everything will be OK. They just want to go home and be a kid, to play with their friends, go to school and follow their dreams. But for many this enemy never affords them the chance to go home again, to lay in their bed and spend a night without wires and IV's hooked to their arms.
I write this today for my son is currently in the operating room for Brain surgery. He was born with a Genetic Disease called HHT. I will not go into details but it causes many malformations in and around the body such as blood clots and embolisims. He complained of a headache a couple weeks ago and for the last ten days we have been at the hospital, in the pediatric ward. Here, i have seen other children affected with other life threatening ailments, going through hard struggles, painful nights and endless tests. My heart aches for all the parents who must go through this. The thought of losing a child is the deepest pain you will ever feel. As a Father I would give my life for my son. I would do anything to take away his pain and sorrow. But the truth is I can only love him, hold him, wipe away his tears and give him the best care medicine provides. I must also have faith and a belief in something greater. Without this i could not carry on, I could not be the husband my wife needs during this troubling time; I could not be the Father my son and my other children need to find strength and courage to move forward.
So i ask of you today, say a prayer for my boy and say a prayer for all the other children, along with their Moms and Dads who are going through these difficult times.