A fight we can't win

2-3 months ago, before I went to the US, I found out that Ambane, a little kid with leukemia (ALL), was no longer in remission and his cancer was back.  I explained, as best I could to his loving family that his cancer was back and that we didn’t have any other medicines to offer him.  It seemed like his mom understand what I was saying, even if he didn’t. After being gone for 2 months, Ambane and his mom came to my door a few days ago.  Ambane had changed so much in a short period of time, his belly was swollen, he was weak, he no longer had a smile on his face, he looked sick and in pain.  I knew just looking at him that we were losing the fight, that his cancer was winning and we weren’t going to win this thing.  After examining him, his mom started talking and then started crying.  She was sure that when I got back I would be able to save her son.   She knew I had given him medicine before that had seemingly cured him and was hoping and praying that when I got back, I would be able to do the same. My heart was breaking.  Breaking for Ambane, who for the past year and a half I watched fight his cancer and get to the point of regaining a normal life, and now won’t be able to play with his brothers, won’t be able to go…
Source: A fight we can't win from Erin Meier – Asia Pacific

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