Mother shared the last days of her dying son's life

In the photo to the left - a small bald boy onnamed after Nolan. He curled up on the rug in the bathroom and waited for Mom to come out of the shower. In the photo on the left there's nobody ... Nolan is no more. He died at the age of 4 years from cancer. After two months his mother Ruth wrote a message to her son. You read it - and you can not hold back your tears. "Two months. Two months since I held you in my arms, I listened to you, how you loved me, kissed those pies-pies. Two months since you clung to me curled up. Two months of absolute hell. "A year ago, Nolan started breathing problems. Parents thought the child had a common cold. And then the doctors called the diagnosis - rhabdomyosarcoma. Type of cancer that affects muscles and bones. Photo: @nolanscully A photo: @ nolanscullyMalysh suffered from severe pains, and in the last days of his life he could not even eat and drink - he was constantly vomiting. Inside the small body grew a huge tumor that squeezed his heart and bronchi. When the doctors said that the cancer was incurable, Ruth decided to speak honestly with her son. She put his head on her shoulder and asked: "Is it hard for you to breathe, my boy?" "Yes, Mom." "Does it hurt, baby?" "Yes ..." "This cancer - sucks. You do not have to fight him anymore. "Do not!" But I will! For your sake, Mom! "" Do you fight for Mom? "" Well, yes! "" Nolan, what is your mother's job? "" Protect me from danger. "" Darling, I can not do this anymore. Now I can protect you only in heaven. "So I'll fly to heaven and play there until you come." You're coming, are not you? "" Of course! You can not just get rid of Mom so easily.A photo: @ nolanscullyThe last months Nolan spent in the hospice. Ruth came to the boy to take him home for the night. I wanted to spend another evening together with him. "I waited for Nolan to wake up. Seeing me, he gently laid his hand on mine and said: "Mummy, it's all right. Let's stay here. " My 4-year-old hero tried to make it easier for me. The next 36 hours during the breaks between sleep we played, watched the videos on Youtube and had fun as best we could. Then we lay together and he said what funeral they wanted, what people should wear . He told me not to forget to take his beloved teddy bear. Then he wrote what he left to each of us, and asked us to remember him as ... a policeman. About 9 pm I asked Nolan if he would not mind if I went to the shower. He said: "Well, Mom, Uncle Chris will sit with me." "I'll be there in two seconds," I said. He smiled and I closed the bathroom door. Then the doctors said: as soon as I left, he closed his eyes and fell asleep deeply. Life began to leave him.A photo: @ nolanscullyWhen I came out of the bathroom, there was a team of doctors around his bed. They looked at me - they all had tears in their eyes. "Ruth, Nolan in deep sleep," the doctors said. "He does not feel anything." Breathing is hampered, the oxygen level falls. "I rushed to my son, hugged him, and then a miracle happened that I will never forget ... My angel sighed, opened his eyes and smiled. "I love you, Mom," Nolan said, turning his head to me. At 11:45 he died when I sang to him in the ear song "You are my sun". He woke up from the coma to say with a smile on his face that he loved me! My son died as a hero. He was a warrior who left with dignity and love in the heart. Now I'm afraid to go into the shower. Because nothing awaits me, except for an empty rug in the bathroom, the same one on which a little boy once waited for his mother. "