by Leigh
In April 2009 my 10 year-old son, Kurt, was diagnosed with a brain tumor. We were told it was benign, and he started on steroids and radiation treatments. Three weeks into his treatments another MRI was done and showed the tumor had exploded in size.
July 7, 2009, surgery was performed to remove as much of the tumor as possible. When the surgery was over we were told we were dealing with a monster. After he healed, we resumed the radiation therapy along with chemotherapy. Three weeks into that, we asked for another MRI. It showed the therapies were working and the tumors were shrinking. We went home elated. Kurt got very sick over the weekend, and we returned to have another MRI.
On August 19, 2009 we found out the tumors had tripled in size and we were told there was nothing else to be done. He died on November 19, 2009. He was 11 years old. Kurt was like any other southern boy. He loved hunting, fishing, and baseball. He was a kind-hearted and very loving child. He made friends easily and loved the Lord. He loved church and wanted to be a preacher one day. He has one younger brother, Nathan, and one older sister, Megan. He is missed terribly by all of us, family, friends, and even some people we never knew existed until he got sick.
