I agree. When I was a young man I was a special ed assistant and worked with a child with a cancerous brain tumor. It was a heart-wrenching experience. I helped him to the end, and went to his funeral; he was 13.
When my daughter was in pre-school, her best friend developed brain cancer. This special little thing was only four years old. There was nothing anyone could do.
We would visit frequently, and I remember my daughter just holding her hand and singing the songs they had learned in pre-school, sometimes this little angel would sing along.
Then one day I received a call, the call.
I told my daughter we couldn’t go play today and she sat in the middle of the floor and said “my best friend died, right mommy”.
This type of cancer is hideous, not a joking matter.
(All cancers suck, this one destroys the person before it kills them.)
Thank you for helping these kids in need.
My sister died of it. Deterioration was painful.