Today, I made a comment on a post by one of my favourite bloggers. About how I will never truly understand why some things happen. Why really bad, tragic things happen. My sis-in-law's niece has a little girl a couple of months older than Angus. During our pregnancies, Stef and I connected over email on numerous occasions. Sharing in the excitement of our pregnancies and subsequent births. She in Adelaide, I in Sydney, but linked by a common bond. Our precious first borns. In April this year, her sweet girl Kayla, was diagnosed with stage 4 neuroblastoma. My heart aches terribly to even write that sentence. I just. don't. understand. This dreaded disease, cancer, takes on so many forms. It creeps up like an evil predator and indiscriminately shatters the lives of good, honest, wonderful people.
I've felt such a strong sense of sorrow since learning of Kayla's condition. It has shaken me to the core. Stef has set up Kayla's Mission, a facebook page dedicated to her beautiful daughter's fight for survival. This evening, I cried long and hard reading Stef's updates on Kayla's progress. My gorgeous, almost four year old boy sleeping by my side on the lounge. All those tiny day-to-day hiccups that tend to get me down, fade to insignificance. The health of my boys is the greatest gift I could ever wish for and THE most important thing in the world. I hope and pray with every inch of my being, that darling Kayla can get back to being her four year old self sooner than later.