Cross-post from myspace

So I'm temporarily changing my profile to public, because I think people should read this blog. I don't cry over most things. I've heard a lot of whiny emo crap in my life, and I don't pay attention to the majority of it cuz it's bullshit, 9 of 10 times. But I heard a story today that brought tears to my eyes. It was probably the saddest story I've ever heard, and I think it's important that people read about it, or hear about it. It really makes you realize that the things you thought were problems in life are nothing compared to what some people have to go through. For the rest of this week, I SERIOUSLY do NOT want to hear so much as ONE person bitching to me about ANYTHING, cuz you have NO fucking right to complain. Just now some little emo asshole was trying to get pity out of me for some reason unknown to me (cuz I didn't bother to ask) and I closed the convo and haven't said 2 words to him since. Should he message me back with more complaining, I will tell him where to go, and I want all of you to keep that in mind before bitching to me about anything this week.

My mother works with a woman named Marta (A real sweetheart). Marta has a 2 year old grand-daughter named Taya that was diagnosed with brain cancer not too long ago. I believe she was one of 11 or 13 child cases in Canada. The doctors would not tell Marta or her family how many of those cases survived.

Taya went through the Chemotherapy. She suffered probably more pain than most adults can bare, at the age of 2. After that, they operated on her and removed the tumor. She seemed like she might recover, when they found a spot. It was more cancer. It has now spread.

A day or two ago the doctor's sent her home to die. They've given her some experimental medications, and 4 weeks to live. She will die right before christmas.
Her family had an early Christmas for her so they could have pictures of her opening her gifts while she still can. At the age of 2, she doesn't understand what's happening to her. No amount of words can make a 2 year old child understand why they have to suffer. No amount of words will ever make a 2 year old child understand what it means to live, or to die.

She will eventually lose control of one side of her body. They'll know that's happening when she starts to fall over. The other side follow shortly after. She will stop eating. And then, eventually, she will stop breathing.

Taya is an only child. Her mother has given up her job, and her parents gave up their home and moved in with Taya's other grand-mother. Her father is currently trying to get 2 months off with pay so he can be with his daughter until the end. They spent several months in Toronto at the Ronald McDonald children's hospital while she suffered through Chemo.

Her family now has one last month to sit by her side and suffer with her, knowing that there is nothing they can do. They can't ease her pain, and they can't save her. They will spend one month watching a 2 year old little girl they love, suffer, get weak, and fade away until she dies.

Sometimes all you can do for the people you love, is hold them while they suffer until their pain is over. And to break your own heart by sitting by their side, holding your tears back, and clinging to their hand, so they know that they will never be alone. Sometimes all you can do is be strong for them until the end. And then all you can do is pray to whatever God is up there that you have the strength in you to say good-bye. If it were me in her parents shoes, I wouldn't have the will to wake up in the morning.

Someone my mother works with asked Marta the other day how she comes to work everyday and keeps her head up. Marta said "I don't have any right to cry. If my baby can go through that much pain, and suffer through so much, and still smile at me, then I have no right to tears."

If a little child, 2 years old, can suffer like that, then none of us have any right to tears. This christmas when you're about to complain about something, or wish that you'd gotten that PS3 you wanted. I'd like you all to remember that somewhere out there, on that same day, a mother is wishing she could hold her daughter one more time. A father is wishing his baby could smile at him again. A family is trying to find the strength to smile for her memory. So when you wake up in the morning and walk out to your living rooms, with your trees and decorations and presents. I want you to look at the faces of the people you live with. And I don't care if you spent everyday of this year fighting with them, or if you think have the worst family or life in the world. I want you to remember that little girl, and I want you to think of what her parents and grand-parents must feel, and how much they wish they could have her back. Whether it was to fight with, or hate, or hold onto. What they'd give to see her face on christmas. And I want you all to be very fucking thankful for every last one of your problems and complaints. And I want you all to be very thankful that you have the ability to hug the people you love, or pick up a phone and say merry christmas. Because after hearing that story, I know I'm not gonna find anything in this world to complain about for a very long time, for the sole fact that I have a long time left to stay in this world.

Happy holidays guys.