Okay, see this little boy. His name is Jarvis, and he’s my second cousin. When he was five, he was diagnosed with cancer. The cancer eventually disappeared, and he was alright. Then, only two years ago, the cancer came back. He got worse, then the cancer disappeared again.
Last year, they found a tumour in his brain. They told his parents that he wouldn’t survive. But he did, and the tumour went away.
Jarvis was at a Christmas lunch, and I was talking to him. His biggest dream? To go to Singapore and to see Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows, part two.
Only last month, the cancer returned. In his ribs, in his kidneys, in his brain, in his spine, in his legs. And they gave him only a couple of months.
He’s gotten worse, and they gave him only weeks.
Yesterday, he couldn’t move because of pain, and now they’ve given him days.
I don’t know why I’m posting this, but the only thing I ask is that you could please keep Jarvis and his family in your thoughts. Pray for them.