"Your son Max has leukemia, he must start chemotherapy on Tuesday. "He has two and a half years. Explosion in my head. Feeling of being split open. My cry: "Why him? "
The word leukemia, sprayed our lives. Where to find the courage to accompany this appalling descent into hell?
The answer is that Max will blow us. The recklessness of his youth protection, allows him to ignore the seriousness of his illness. He will accept the worst with good humor and a surprising sense of humor: "Since I was born, you do not bother you, the parents! "
Rage deployed to preserve its unique joie de vivre, we will draw all our forces, absolutely all.
Beyond pure scandal what the suffering of a child, he managed to make us cross "unacceptable".
Max, these words are primarily for you, to tell you how proud I am to be your mother. If someone had told me one day, "draw me a child", it is you that I have drawn. This book is your book, Max, and so you can read it one day, should you live, of course.
Really upsetting, this novel drew me thousands of tears. For Max, little after 4 years with a serious illness, his parents immersed in hell and pain unnamed but who always keep faith and hope in Max, and try out the semblance of a disease normality ...
