An adorable child Noah said goodbye to his mother in the most heartbreakingly sweet conversation that she will cherish all her life
A sweet little boy, Nolan Scully was first diagnosed in 2015 with Rhabdomyosarcoma, a rare form of cancer that usually affects the soft tissues. The child was just three years old when his family received this heart-breaking news and ever since then they created a Facebook page in his honor to post pictures and immortalize the memories as they had with their adorable child before he succumbed to the disease. To see her son pass away in her arms, his mother, Ruth Scully, experienced a pain unlike any other. She then decided to share the painful parting words of her son, which is sure to bring tears to your eyes.
After months of chemotherapy and medication Nolan's health showed no improvement. His family realized there was no other treatment that could save their kid's life and so the mother decided to have a conversation with her son. Describing the details of the last day of Nolan's existence, Ruth wrote: On February 1, we were sat down with his ENTIRE team. When his oncologist spoke, I saw the pure pain in her eyes. She had always been honest with us and fought alongside us the whole time, but his updated CT scan showed large tumors that grew, compressing his bronchial tubes and heart within four weeks of his open chest surgery.
The post continued: The Metastatic Alveolar Rhabdomyosarcoma was spreading like wildfire. She explained at this time she didn't feel his cancer was treatable as it had become resistant to all treatment options we had tried and the plan would be to keep him comfortable as he was deteriorating rapidly. After a while, I composed myself and went into Nolan's room. He was sitting... Watching YouTube on his tablet. I sat down with him and put my head up against his and had the following conversation:
Me: Poot, it hurts to breathe, doesn't it?
Nolan: Well... Yeah.
Me: You're in a lot of pain, aren't you, baby?
Nolan: (Looking down) Yeah.
Me: Poot, this cancer stuff sucks. You don't have to fight anymore.
Nolan: (Pure happiness) I DON'T? But I will for you, mommy!
Me: No, Poot! Is that what you have been doing? Fighting for mommy?
Nolan: Well, DUH!
Me: Nolan Ray, what is mommy's job?
Nolan: To keep me SAFE! (With a big grin)
Me: Honey... I can't do that anymore here. The only way I can keep you safe is in heaven. (My heart shattering)
Nolan: So, I'll just go to heaven and play until you get there! You'll come, right?
Me: Absolutely! You can't get rid of mommy that easy!!
Nolan: Thank you, mommy! I'll go play with Hunter and Brylee and Henry!
Just reading a heartwrenching conversation as such is excruciating enough, let alone being in the same position as this agonizing mother who had to break this news to her son. It's needless to say how gutting it is for any parent to be strong throughout this process. Unfortunately, he passed away the following day. That particular day Ruth went in for a quick shower (with his permission, of course) when her little Poot fell into this eternal sleep, never to wake again. Ruth wrote: We were watching YouTube in bed (Peppa Pig actually) and I asked Nolan if I could get in the shower, as I was not allowed to leave him and mommy had to be touching him at all times.
It continued: He said, "Um, okay, mommy. Have uncle Chris come sit with me and I'll turn this way so I can see you." I stood at the bathroom door, turned to him, and said, "Keep looking right here, Poot, I'll be out in two seconds." He smiled at me. I shut the bathroom door. They said the moment the bathroom door clicked, he shut his eyes and went into a deep sleep, beginning the end of life passing. When I opened the bathroom door, his team was surrounding his bed and every head turned and looked at me with tears in their eyes. They said, "Ruth, he's in a deep sleep. He can't feel anything." His respirations were extremely labored, his right lung had collapsed and his oxygen dropped.
Finally, she wrote: I ran and jumped into bed with him and put my hand on the right side of his face. Then a miracle that I will never forget happened... My angel took a breath, opened his eyes, smiled at me and said, "I love you, mommy," turned his head towards me and passed away as I was singing 'You Are My Sunshine' in his ear. He woke up out of a coma to say he loved me with a smile on his face! My son died a hero. Even though it's been two years since her son passed away, Ruth continued to cherish her memories by posting pictures of their time together on the Facebook page she created for him.