It came suddenly
like a thief in the night,
stealing something
far more precious
than silver or gold.....
I ran after the thief,
thinking if I ran hard enough
I could stop him.
Why did he come to our house?
Was this all a bad dream?
I came back...
empty and worn out
Should I give up?
No, I have to run and keep running,
I have to fight and keep fighting,
I will keep fighting this thief
who has stolen a precious piece
of my son.
This thief has left a scar...
but he hasn't won the battle.
Someday we'll catch the thief
and beat him...
We'll take back what he has stolen...
And he will never steal from us,
or anyone else again.
By Cindy, Mom to Steve dx'd
on 6-11-00. The news of Steve's
diagnosis has turned our life
upside down. There our so
many impacts to our everyday
life, as well as the future. It is
overwhelming. A cure is coming,
and we pray that it will be soon.
