The return of James

James was one of my favorite kids from the ski trip this past February.

James was back on this reunion trip. He looked different with hair. He is off of chemo and now has a thick afro and eyebrows.

He also has his cancer back and it is now untreatable. It is a form of brain cancer (the same that my buddy Kevin has--see post below), and it is now pushing he eye. The eye is red, bulging and not for the weak of heart or stomach to gaze upon.

But he was still my little James. He wore a "grill" and chased me with a gun that shoots ping pong balls.

But the last day of our reunion, James was weak and we had to take him out in a wheelchair. He kept on a brave face, though, and even managed to save enough strength to bust some of his fierce moves on the dance floor.

It was so rough on all of us to see him loosing some of his spunk, to tire out so quickly, and not torment the chaperones as much.

It also sent our hearts soaring when he tried to be spunky, keep up with the other kids, and torment the chaperones.
He just wants to be a normal kid again.
He was a normal kid for those 5 fabulous days.