Bobby was a bright young man with a future. Ever since he was young, we thought that there was something wrong with him. Until about 6th or 7th grade, he was unable to pronounce his "R"'s. He pronounced them like a "W". He also had horrible handwriting. He had sudden anger outbursts, and after a long time, I decided to seek assistance from a therapist, or "shrink" as they are called these days. I felt like I was wasting my money. His situation continued, and in seventh and eight grade, his conditioned worsened. He started to get severe acne, and suffered from social anxiety disease. I was terrified. I kept him in a good catholic school, and he graduated. That had to be the proudest moment of my life, to see him walk up and get his degree in his blue robe. I started to weep. In his freshman year, he had several on and off relationships, and near the end, he discovered lumps on his back. He said that they were getting worse, and we decided to see the doctor. To my horror, he had a very rare type of cancer, dubbed "back cancer." Doctors say that this is a very loose term, and has more specific terms (Collum Morbus.) I didn't care what it was called. I broke into tears because my baby boy had cancer. He died several weeks later. PLEASE click here to email me if you have any questions on back cancer, and how to get through it as a mother, and as a victim. I helped Bobby say goodbye to everyone, and helped him leave a good mark on the world. If you have been diagnosed, you must do the same, so please email me. Again, here is the link.
