Sunday night, we lost a Sept 2001 baby. He was only 3 1/2 years old and lost his battle with Leukemia. He was only diagnosed 2 months or so ago. He was doing so well and was considered to be in remission. Sunday morning he woke up with a 103.5 fever, his parents rushed him to the hospital. Trenton was admitted to the Pediatric ICU. His fever continued to rise. He coded (I believe more than once). They never did get little Trenton back.
His older sisters just screamed when they were told. I've talked to his Mom a few times now and feel like someone is playing a mean and cruel joke. His autopsy was done yesterday and they're waiting the results. His funeral and Memorial service is tomorrow. His Mom said that the toughest thing she had to do was pick out his casket and what he was going to be buried in. Can you imagine? How do you bury your child? He was only a baby. He was only 2 weeks older than my dd.
I'm angry, hurt, upset and sickened by this... I can't imagine the pain and anguish the family is feeling.
Could you ladies Keep Trenton and the Wilcox family in your prayers while they go through this tramatic time of their lives?
