On November 19, 2010, our world changed forever. After a year and a half of mysterious symptoms and illness, our then 8 yr old son Matthew was diagnosed with a rare unnamed brain cancer. We were immediately told that surgery and radiation were not options and that there were only three kinds of chemo that we could try. The cancer was in his brain and meninges. We were sent home and told to think about whether or not we wanted to do chemo. At the time, we thought this was normal. We have since found out it is not. Matthew did three months of oral chemo at home. It didn't even slow the cancer down. In February 2011, he had an IV chemo treatment. In four days he lost 4 lbs of fluid and was in the hospital for dehydration. On March 1, 2011 he was palliative. Our hearts broke. There was nothing more that the doctors could do for him. He was the only one in Canada with this particular cancer. We watched as our vibrant, lively son got sicker and sicker. His headaches would get so bad that he would beg to die. He would ask when he could go to Heaven. He celebrated his 10th birthday on December 22, 2011 and for the next two months he would tell everyone that "You have to wish me a Happy Birthday. It was just my birthday you know". It turned out that this would be his last birthday. In February 2012, I could no longer properly care for him at home. His balance was off and he would fall while walking. He needed to rest a lot and with 5 other children I just couldn't do it. We admitted him to our local hospital. Within 2 weeks he could no longer walk. We brought him home on a few weekends but he would soon ask to go back to his room. We watched as his pain got worse. On June 16, after 10 days of not being able to eat, I held his hand and walked him to Heaven's gates. Months before he begged me to go to Heaven with him. I told him that I would walk with him to Heavens gates and I got to keep that promise. To watch your child suffer and be able to do nothing is beyond heartbreaking. To see his siblings suffer and hurt for their brother is devastating. Matthew was 100 lbs at the age of 9 and was 39 lbs at the age of 10 when he passed, 9 lbs heavier than he had been at 1 yr old. Cancer stole a wonderful, caring boys life. It also robbed his siblings of their brother and us of a son. Please help support childhood cancer research. We donated Matthew's brain for research so they could find out more about this type of cancer. Our hope and prayer is that one day there will be a cure.