Miss J

Tonight my thoughts are else where. My first cousins daughter (so my second cousin) is back at Sick Kids.
Her story, and that of her parents are more than tragic.
At 8 months old Miss J had a heart transplant, and has struggled with PTLD (feel free to google that, I’m on my blackberry and linking is difficult), a form of cancer. She is 5 now, and has come out of remission twice already, and it looks like she is back for a third.
She and they need prayers. They need a miracle. They need their daughter to live. The power of prayer is why I am writing. Prayers is what I am asking for.
No more kids funerals. It just isn’t right. Damn it.