Tonight I got to go visit Ronan. Maya asked if I would write a little and tell you how it was.
When I got there, Mom and Ronan were snuggled up in bed, and Dad was on a hunt for vanilla ice cream at Ronan’s request. Mom is busy keeping Ronan comfortable. He loves when she reads to him, scratches his head, rubs his feet, and he especially loves hearing both Mom and Dad take turns singing to him.
But as Mom mentioned before, he’s mad. He’s mad and doesn’t want to say much — and that cuts Mom like a knife. But being mad is just what we like to see, because this angry boy has already started the fight and couldn’t be braver or stronger.
So strong, in fact, that he didn’t take any pain medication all day and was refusing to take his Tylenol.
I want to tell you all what else I saw tonight — two parents like nothing I’ve ever witnessed. An unbreakable team, stronger than words can describe, committed to fighting through whatever it takes. Dedicated to their precious son and to supporting each other.
Maya and Woody, we all love you. You are not alone. We are all here to join the fight.
RONAN — just like his name sounds — is a WARRIOR and is going to win against this evil cancer.
Mom said it right: You picked the wrong kid to mess with, Cancer.
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