Saying Goodbye for now.

Now for the bad part of my Christmas break…

The winter semester was close to a start. I was back at my dorm and preparing for classes. Then I get a call. It was Cameron’s mom, he wasn’t doing well. She told me they didn’t think he would make it thou the night.  They called in hospice and it was just a matter of time. So I left my dorm in a hurry and drove over to his house. I can’t even begin to explain the things that happened that night, it was surreal and I wish that upon no one. It was something I never thought I would have to go thou, then it did and I wouldn’t trade that night for the world.

When I arrived at his house, it was nearly empty. He’s little brothers were sent away for the night and it was just his parents, his aunt, hospice and I. The night started out as him being able to sit up, watch TV and talk. Then it turned into seizers and Acoma. Before the coma struck, Cameron was litterly fighting for his life, I remember him saying no a lot and shaking and forcing himself to stay.  We prayed and prayed for this to end, but he didn’t let go. Finally after hours upon hours Cameron went into Acoma. Hospice sent us all to bed and told us she would get us if he woke up.

When I woke up I heard Cameron talking, I ran into the living room and he was sitting up acting like nothing had happened. He kept asking us why we were crying and why were we all there. I said Cameron you don’t remember? He said no I just woke up. After that everything was fine.

They kept Cam at home with hospice, his condition got worse. He could no longer, eat, stand up, go to the bathroom, and barely talk. Cancer took everything away from him. After about a week, hospice had to leave, insurance no longer covered it. So his parents decided to take him to a all natural healing center in Alabama. This was suppose to heal him, and if not put him in a peaceful environment to pass on.  When I said goodbye to him, I held back my tears and said ‘I love you and I will see you soon.’ As i new, this was the last time i saw Cameron. 

The next week his health inproved and we all thought he was going to come home. Until one night, it was the night of a bad snow storm, I got the call. Cameron had passed away.

The only part of his funeral I remember was how peaceful and cured he looked in his casket.

Looking back now I see so much. I see that the night all the bad stuff happened was just an eye opener to how we needed to let go, because he was truly suffering. That night when we were told he wouldn’t make it though, he fought for another two weeks. I see how strong he was for those 4 years. I see how big a part of my life he was. He is my hero. I see how his family welcomed me in as family and now I hold them as my own. 

RIP Cameron Alan Lamont.