Cyndie French was playing with her son Derek Madsen, 10, down the aisle at UC Davis Medical Center in Sacramento June 21, 2005. The child's mother managed to divert his attention from the fear of making the bone marrow. The doctors analyzed whether the child was suitable for blood stem cell transplantation, which was the best hope for his recovery from cancer Neuroblastoma, a rare cancer in children. The disease was found in Derek Madsen in November 2004.
She hugged him, dated July 25, 2005. After realizing that Derek needed surgery for cancerous tumor in his stomach area. A sense of worry, upset and sad jumbled inside her. "How can I still be able to work to earn money and do this?" She began to worry.
Derek got a gentle massage from his mother at the salon owned by her in Sacramento. "I'll do anything to make him happy, seeing him smile." said the mother. As a single parent to five children, she had to sell the salon due to run out of money for his medical care.
Derek was playing and didn't want to go down, over his refusal to surgery. She persuaded him down and promised to surgery postponed for the future. Cyndie took many hours to persuade him near the hospital door, UC Davis Medical Center Sacramento.
After 11th birthday, Derek Madsen and his mother (40), accompanied by his brother Micah Moffe (17), on the left side, and his mother Cyndie, on the right side, to undergo preparation for radiation therapy on November 30, 2005.
February 6, 2006, Doctors recommended Cyndie to find a nurse to assist in the home. She did not tell Derek about the conversation, but cried quietly behind the door. "I think I don't need to tell him," she said, "Why? For what?" Felt the sorrow of his mother, Derek tried to cheer her, even though he did not quite understand what was happening.
Realizing the possibility that there was no opportunity for him to to get his driver's license, Cyndie defied the rules and let him drive along the road in West Sacramento. February 9, 2006, Cyndie met with hospice workers and learned that he didn't have time any longer.
Derek was crying and his mother tried to convince him (the UC Davis Cancer Center, 14 Feb 2006). She and Dr. William Hall urged to obtain a series of radiation therapy to inhibit the spread of tumors throughout his body and eventually could reduce the pain. "Derek, you won't recover if you don't want to do this," said Cyndie to him. Derek fired back, "I don't care! Take me home. I have no hope. Are you listening to me? I have no hope. I'm done..."
Cyndie was playing with his son, while waiting a call from the doctor.
Cyndie wiped the tears on her best friend's cheeks who was crying, Whysong Kelly, left, 24 April 2006, afraid that Derek did not have time any longer. Cyndie wrote a letter to her son about how brave he was during the struggle against cancer. She read it to him repeatedly, and hoped he could hear it.
After laying a flower to soothe the head of the child, the mother burst into tears and fell to the floor. Her best friend, Kelly Whysong and Nick Rocha tried to comfort her. Derek was too weak to realize the existence of his mother, as his mother always kept him at his side.
Energy at the last minute to get up after days he was in his bed. The mother was helping him to walk (26 April). A cancerous tumor has made Derek stomach became distended and his pants no longer fit. Another tumor in his brain impaired his eyesight, making navigation difficult inside their rental house.
Derek refused any treatment because he feared it would make even more pain and damaged to his organs. He raged with great and blamed his mother (28 April) didn't make him more healthy. "You must be calm, my son. Let me help you." Cyndie stammered.
On May 1, after days of little sleep while caring for Derek, Cyndie confronted longtime family friend "grandpa" Patrick Degnan, about whether he'd be able to help with rent and funeral expenses as Derek was caught in the middle. Cyndie hoped to set up a non-profit organization so families didn't have to endure the same financial struggle and chaos they have experienced. "I just wish that some of the percentage of money that goes to cancer research can be diverted to families going through this, because many people will never benefit from the research." said Cyndie.
Derek kissed Cyndie at the Relay for Life benefit, as his sister, Brianna (6) stood on the side. Cyndie told the people there that she was proud of his courage in fighting cancer.
Cyndie embraced Derek on May 8. He was in therapy that made him difficult to talk and made her awake all night. Except for a few minutes while the nurse was there, Cyndie almost spent every moment of the day at his side. "I'm tired beyond belief but I have to do this. He will call my name and always wish I'm at his side, "said Cyndie.
In her effort to bring Derek out of the house to feel the warmth of the sun and the outside air, Cyndie walked through the doors that have been fitted with artwork and greeting cards from Derek classmates. Derek Madsen out of the house for the last time.
Cyndie French was fighting her emotions (May 10), as she prepared to flush out Derek's catheter with saline solution before hospice nurse Sue Kirkpatrick, left, administers a sedative would give him a peaceful death. "I know in my heart I've done everything I can," Cyndie said.
Cyndie rocked her dying son as the song, "Because We Believe" played on a cd. She sang along with Andrea Bocelli in a whispery voice. "Once in every life/There comes a time/We walk out all alone/And into the light..." From left, family friends Ashley Berger, Amy Morgan and Kelly Whysong offered comfort as Cyndie told Derek, "It's Ok, baby. I love you, little man. I love you, brave boy. I love you. I love you." Derek died soon after in his mother's arms on May 10, 2006.
Cyndie led Derek's casket to burial with assistance from her sons Anthony Moffe, foreground, Micah Moffe, opposite him, and Vincent Morris, who was not visible, as well as several friends. "I will forever carry your memory in my heart and remind others to give of their time, energy and support to other families like ours," Cyndie said at the funeral. Derek was buried in Mount Vernon Memorial Park in Fair Oaks, California, on May 19, 2006.
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Lakshmi Lavanya : I couldn't hold my tears when imagining their story. Life sometimes is so cruel and not compromise at all.
Lakshmi Lavanya : Dear Derek, now you can rest in peace.
Almira Izzati
Neuroblastoma:
Almira Izzati : I am sure, you must have been remembering him
Lakshmi Lavanya : Don't cry, Cisca Zarmansyah
Almira Izzati : Throughout my knowledge, Anya Lakshmi Lavanya ... that's all done by her when she was not making love with her lover
Lakshmi Lavanya :
Almira Izzati : Cutieee,....please don't be offended. I'm only joking. We just don't want you to dissolve in sad memories.
Lakshmi Lavanya : C, I still keep your "Mystery Of Two Minutes"
Almira Izzati : me tooo...
Lakshmi Lavanya :
In a black coffin, there your body was lyingThere was a mystery never revealedThick your eyebrows kept a secretWas there a time would be able to parse?
This death do us partBon voyage
(by : Cisca Zarmansyah)
Almira Izzati :
(written by: cutie "Cisca Zarmansyah" pieDeath is only a long sleep.And my most beautiful dream is you.
)Cisca Zarmansyah : "Good bye, my son. God bless you," said a mother's mouth. A mouth that - was - trying - not - to - cry.
Jan Pepijn Servaas :
When my father died and buried six years ago, my heart was screaming, "Hey, gravediggers! If you bury him with soil, how can he breathe in there?" And I felt my skin's surface was being cut, sore, every second they didn't answer my question but just continued to hoard and hoard. They kept hoarding, until it closed the hole surface, then there stood the mound that ready for sprinkled with flowers. There was a name. There were the hearts. Tears. Pain. Hurt.
"Already?" a man asked the woman next to me.
"Yes," the woman answered.
"What is it?" he pointed to a plastic bag in the woman's hands.
"Flowers."***(Fragment paragraph of Cisca Zarmansyah's writing in 2006)
DIOS SIGA DANDOTE ENTEREZA, LUCHARON JUNTOS HASTA EL FIN Y UN DIA LO VOLVERAS A VER, NO HAY DOLOR TAN GRANDE COMO ESTE, NADA LO SUPERA SOLO EL DE DIOS.
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