On this day 12 years ago, I wasn’t in denial, but I still held my wish close. The idea that miracles do happen. Still, when I woke in the morning and looked over at my beautiful boy sleeping next to me, every single bit of my heart and soul knew without doubt that I had just hours left with him. Ty, my greatest gift, the love of my life, was slipping away.  The desperate plea that rolled through my mind for the years since his diagnosis rang loud in my head, “Please, please, let me keep him! Just let me keep him. Please, I want to keep him.” And then there was the angry cry from my heart to LEAVE HIM ALONE! I remember screaming this - SCREAMING - from my car over the years while banging on my steering wheel when I was driving and had nothing else to distract me from the reality of his pain. “LEAVE HIM ALONE! He’s just a baby! Leave him alone! Make it stop!” Over and over I would yell and scream and cry until the tremendous pressure in my own head convinced me that I was somehow helpin