Lung cancer sucks..

My sweet 11 year old grandson has been so strong and brave for me over the past 5 months since I've started this journey. He cried with his mom behind closed doors after my diagnosis and is always quick to help me with any chores around the house. I know he can't even comprehend what it all means, but somehow he knows deep down how to be supportive and loving even when he'd rather be playing.

This week I've been watching the cancer movie: Cancer: The emperor of all maladies.
Joseph has sat with me several times for as long as he could. We both shed some tears and talked about what it all means. It was a great opportunity for him to ask some of the questions that I'm sure he's been wondering about.
He's been told that "Noni" has the bad kind of cancer, but I think that some of the parts in the movie really drove it home for him as he asked me if I had "that" kind of cancer as they showed the patient in the movie could not be cured and had died.

Tonight, while I finished the last of the recorded segment of part 3 he sat with me, but also had his laptop and was working on a new project that he just started. He has just learned how to "edit" because he wants to be able to put certain things on YouTube and this was necessary. He told me, " I HAD to learn how to edit." I think this child could do anything he wanted to!

As we were watching the show he began making a banner for me with his editing software. He asked me questions and had me pick out a few of my preferences, but he put this brilliant piece of artwork together for me. This little guy makes my heart so proud and overflowing with joy. He makes it all worth while, they all do.