I see the very back of his head has a spot with no hair and I know the chemotherapy is starting to do what it does best. Not save lives like you'd expect but instead, kill the soul with the excuse it's for the best of it. Ronan was diagnosed with cancer right after our trip to the lake on August 2011. Four days after we came back Ronan constantly complained his body was hurting and he was having trouble falling asleep. Me, my mom and my father thought that maybe the trip had tired him out but just to be sure, my mother as precautions as she is, took him to a nearby hospital when after further inspection she was directed to a cancer medical center in the city of New York. My entire world turned upside down when Ronan's new doctor, Dr. Jaylese officially pronounced him with Stage II of osteosarcoma. There was pain and fear everywhere I looked. How could this happen? This wasn't real. Why Ronan? But I will not give his life up without a fight.