This year we welcomed my baby brother, Rye. For the first time in a long time, My mom and dad are happy. He has my fathers blonde hair, and my moms olive eyes. Today we took him for his 2 month checkup at the Doctor. I expected my moms fear to become worse. But actually it became better. She hasn't had a nighmare since Rye was born. I couldn't believe it, my mother was actually overcoming her fear. But then came the doctors examination report. And at the sight of it all of our hearts shattered.

My brother had lung cancer in both lungs. My moms fear of losing her child(ren) had rekindled. He had three months to live. He wouldn't live to have his first love, or go to prom, or get a car. He would die a innocent child. My dad was determined to do everything he could not to lose Rye. My poor baby brother took treatment after treament. Then came the final one. After that they could not longer treat him. As the Doctor walked in, we prayed that his final news would be good.