Right before I decided to stroke out and take a ride on the short bus for awhile, my 29 year old nephew was diagnosed with cancer (Ewings Sarcoma). We got better together and everything was look good. This morning we got that ominous phone call at 5am letting us know that he was not doing well and he was not expected to last the night.
It's now past the point of any type of treatment and we are just waiting for the end to come.

I ask for any and all prayers and thoughts that you can spare for his quest for peace and tranquility.

Thanks in advance