|Noah and his dad Will at the Cure Search Walk in October 2010.
Yesterday at 5:24pm, Noah Rios lost his battle with cancer. Noah is the first "cancer" child I saw at Loyola. The nurses were transferring us to a room and there was Noah sitting on his bed, door wide open, without a stitch of hair on his head. I remember Steve and I looking at each other and thinking "Okay, this is what we are in for". I found out later that night that I knew Noah's dad, and he was kind enough to fill me in on what to "expect" as the parent of a cancer child.
I can tell you that I don't think I ever saw this child without a smile on his face. That right there tells me that God is near, but at the same time I couldn't help but kneal down by Ella's bed last night, hold her hand a heave uncontrollable tears quietly out of my body for Will and Becky's loss, and for the possibility that Steve and I could someday be in their position. What did they say to Noah's 3 brothers? What would we say to Josh? How do you not scream in anger at the world at the top of your lungs when you lose your child? How to you move forward? How then, do you not question God?
It goes without saying that no parent should have to watch their child die. No parent should be asked to administer drugs to their child that they know, can have long term side effects including: pain, loss of muscle, learning disabilities, bed wetting, liver damage, kidney damage, nervous system damage, sterilization, dental issues, heart problems, and immune system issues. No parent should watch their child go through all this, and for Noah- so much more to simply to lose the battle.
Much Love to the Rios family, and many prayers. I can not even imagine what they are feeling or thinking at this time, but I do know that Noah touched many peoples lives both directly and indirectly. That includes this family and everyone that I know that prayed for Noah, and continues to pray for the Rios family.