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			<title>Kayla Dooley posted a Writing.</title>
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			<description><![CDATA[When my cousin, Hunter was four years old, he was diagnosed with a brain tumor and sadly, that brain tumor was cancer. Our whole family knew this was going to be life changing and all we had to do was pray and hope that everything was going to be okay and that God will would answer all of our prayers. We all just sat around and cried, wishing that this would have never happened, in sadness and confusion we all looked at each other and said &#8220;we are all in this together&#8221; let this journey begin. We were all sure that Hunter would kick cancer&#039;s butt!  <br /><br />            When I got home that evening, I laid in bed and let the horrible, tragic news sink in. I just questioned myself.  Why does this have to happen? I was so mad at the fact that Hunter had cancer and I could not do anything about it. I could not stop him from having cancer and I could not stop him from dying. While I was in bed, I realized that everything happened for a reason. I finally go to bed, crying myself to sleep wishing there could be a cure for cancer.<br /><br />            The next day I woke up and told myself that it was a new day and everything is going to be okay.    Before we got this horrible news my family and I had planned to have a cookout at my uncle&#8217;s house, which we still had and did not let that news ruin our day. We had such a good day at my Uncle Rocky&#8217;s house, laughing and enjoying ourselves, spending time with Hunter. Every year we have this family occasion at my uncle&#8217;s house. It is a family tradition. But we knew, Hunter may not be at the family cookouts in the future. After a year from the diagnosis, Hunter continued his fight of cancer. I always told myself to have hope, but I knew it was time for Hunter to let go and go to heaven and see God.  Hours went by and we had lost Hunter. At that time, we were all there with him, telling him it was okay to let go. There is never a day that goes by that I do not think about Hunter.  Hunter was such a loving, caring, strong sweet boy that I am so proud to have called him my cousin. No one should ever have to suffer from a brain tumor. It is Hunter&#8217;s hope that someday there will be an answer to brain tumors and cancer.]]></description>
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			<pubDate>Tue, 07 Oct 2014 13:27:03 +0000</pubDate>
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