She was diagnosed with terminal brain cancer 2/19/10 and passed away less than 6 months later, 8/7/2010. Read "Brave Little Soul" from Faith's eulogy. Faith had been having nightmares for about 3 weeks. She would scream, cry, and sweat. She would run up the stairs shouting “My brain is showing me black pictures in my mind.” But I did not understand. I thought she was having night terrors. I notice
d she had started getting headaches which I thought nothing of since she and I had a cold and I too had pounding headaches at this time. On 2/16/10 she came home from spending a long weekend with her dad and I noticed that for the first time in a year she was not awake before me. I woke her up and as I was making her breakfast she walked up the stairs and her face was completely sunk in. I was taken back by her face that looked as if it had aged. I asked her if she was tired, but she said “no”. While we were eating breakfast, I snapped at her a little for being messy at the table. But I could clearly see that she was eating over her bowl. I felt bad and I cleaned up the mess. I went to work that day and I had not been feeling well, so I went home and took a nap before having to go to class. As I was sleeping Jeff (my husband) came in and said something was wrong and that Faith was not acting normal. He said he was taking her to the Children’s Urgent Care. I called Jeff after my college class was over and told him I would meet him at the hospital to take over since he had to work early in the morning. When I got there the doctor told me I needed to go to Children’s downtown, immediately. Faith could not walk in a straight line, hold anything, stand on one foot, and her eyes were bouncing. I thought at worst maybe she had gotten a concussion somehow at her dad’s house, since she said she hit her head on a pile of snow while playing outside. I had picked her up Taco Bell since it was late and she had not eaten. She dropped her pop as we got out of the van and then her potatoes upon entering the hospital. We were immediately in a room to get vitals and then taken to a room. She had 2 CT scans, which I thought was odd. I noticed they tried to find a doctor immediately, but still nothing major ever crossed my mind. Then as Faith and I lay down on the hospital bed together, the resident doctor sat in the rocking chair and closed her eyes trying to hide her tears without any luck. She tried telling us thru her pain and tears that Faith had a tumor and that it was in a very bad place in her brain. She did not know at the time if it was cancerous, but I could tell she was not hopeful. I started crying hysterically and just couldn’t believe my ears. She said we needed to do an MRI, so the next day we did that. The nuerologist said it was inopperable and the oncologist told me that she had stage 4 brain stem glioma cancer. He said it is very rare and that there is no clinical trial for this type of cancer and that he hopes for a good 4-6 months for her. We are doing radiation. There is no chemo for this type of cancer.