Someone once said i had personal strength...have often pondered and wondered exactly what is "personal strength"...what exactly does IT mean? While i have never felt i possessed IT...i have had the most precious gift of knowing someone who truly posses IT...my son...my own little Hero.

My son was diagnosed with a brain tumor. At 8 years of age, a child cannot understand that life is not forever. To them, today is today, and tomorrow will always be waiting. He never lost sight of that. Curtis drew on his own reserve of personal strength...something that must have been innate...

Curtis entered this world. So beautiful, so unique, and so wanted. Ironic...that a time bomb lay deep within his tiny, perfect body.

The changes in his world began so subtlety. The headaches gradually increased. Habitually, they were there every morning now. He woke with his "blankey" and pain. Too young to understand, too innocent to know..there was no such thing as not living...

Never were the answers found...Why Curt?...Why my child?...Why did he have to suffer through all the surgeries, the chemicals, the pain, the treatments....Why? The countless barrage of poking and prodding...questions...hospital stays...needles...machines...Why?...and How?...did he do all this with that big beautiful smile still on his lips....maintaining his enthusiasm for living...holding on...following through with what was asked of him...like a warrior never second guessing his leader...

Curt's father kept a journal.....of those first days.... Here you'll find it....unedited...and written from the heart...

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