I remember my first Relay for Life that I attended (about 2 months after my diagnosis).  I was working in the survivor booth and I ran into a lady that worked at a medical clinic - she was there with her grandson who was a brain cancer survivor.  Her grandson had just recently had surgery too.  Although they were not able to get all his tumor out, they got most of it and they were confident that they had it under control.  Her grandson was 6 years old. 

I thought to myself, as she was telling me about her grandson, how unfair is life.  Here I am, well into my 30's and when I was first diagnosed one of my thoughts were why me  - I was feeling selfish and self-centered.  I see her grandson and think, why him?

Fast forward to this years Relay for Life, held this past April in my hometown.  I didn't see the lady and her grandson.  I thought maybe the family was on vacation or sometimes when people do real well, they like to forget they had cancer and try to avoid anything that reminds them.  Whatever the reason, I missed them and wondered where they were.

Today I pick up the paper and read her grandson's obituary in the paper.  I hate this.....i just don't have any words that can express the way I feel...........he was 7 years old.............