Chasing a Miracle

Chasing a Miracle

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My name is Stacy Summers and I'm dying slowly each day. I'm 17 and a single mother. I have only one thing to fight for and that is my beautiful 3 year old son Asher. I've never wanted to fight to live more than I do now. I want to stay with my son until the day I die. But in the state I'm in, that day is getting closer by the second.
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There's no easy way to say this, so let's just get it out of the way: this is the story of how my son died. There. Like ripping off the Band-Aid. Not easy or painless, but quick. Unlike ripping off a Band-Aid, though, that pain doesn't fade. It leaves a scar. It's something that follows you around, day after day, twisting its way through every moment and every interaction. It's something that defines you. You lose a bit of yourself when something like that happens, and I don't mean just the actual loss of your own flesh and blood. For me, I stopped being a dad. I spent years and years as a dad, and then he died and I wasn't a dad anymore.

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