This is Jake's Story...

Jake is a 20-year-old twin who has been diagnosed with stage 4 Rhabdomyosarcoma, a very rare form of cancer. Going through a vigorous daily radiation treatment and weekly Chemo treatments make him extremely tired, weak and sometimes nauseous.

Jake is otherwise a normal teenage kid. He likes playing computer games, paintball, swimming and golfing. He loves hanging out with his four brothers, 4 wheeling, camping, and ruining his mom's laundry baskets while making home videos. He hopes to someday become a computer programmer.

This blog was started to keep his family and friends updated on his status.

Addendum: Jake became cured of cancer, free of pain and everything this world brings on September 29, 2010. He continues his journey in Heaven. He is doing awesome! Hope you're doing the same!

His family thanks you for your generosity in donations, love and service. God has shown us many tender mercies!
Thanks for being one of them!

Saturday, October 29, 2011

A month ago today...

A month ago today, about the same hour as I am typing this blog update, I was sitting in Jake's room listening to his labored breathing.  His nurse was there...she had told me a couple hours prior that Jake would not be here much longer.  I asked her if I should call Dave...he would be home in a couple hours anyway...she said I should call.  Dave left his work immediately and was there with Jake as he passed from this life to the next. 

I told Jake it was ok to go...he would be pain free.  What would feel worse for me...having Jake in excruciating pain, or not seeing Jake for a long, long time.  The house and yard were full of spirits waiting for Jake.  I couldn't walk to the kitchen without walking through spirits.  The feeling was amazing, calm and so much love!  As his breathing stopped, I held him tight...finally I could hold him and hug him without causing him pain and discomfort.  His neck was so warm, it was hard to believe that his spirit had left.  Yet my head on his chest, no beating heart, no labored breathing, no wincing in pain...I could still feel him there.  So I told him it was an honor to be his mother...and I heard his voice say...It was an honor to be your son!

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