Dear God,

All I ask is for one thing,
and I never ask for very much,
but,
you must know the fate,
of my one nephew.
His name is Braylan,
you must know him,
that little bundle of joy,
or my little Bug-a-boo,
that's his favorite nick-name,
that I gave him.
I even came up,
with a little song,
it's so simple,
you must have heard me sing it before.
I've added to it,
but I never got the chance to sing it to him,
it goes like this.

Bug-a-boo,
where are you?
My sleepy, little Bug-a-boo.
Rest your head
on your little bed,
my little baby,
Bug-a-boo.

I would very much like,
to sing it to him,
if I am ever given the opportunity,
before he,
dies.
Those spots on his body,
it's a neurological problem,
hard to believe I know.
And,
it's cancerous.
It can be treated i'm told,
if it's benign,
and never allowed to become malignant,
but it might be too late.
So please God,
please help my nephew,
my Bug-a-boo.
Please let him live,
or, if that isn't possible,
let him go peacefully,
and let his last moments be happy,
not tortured,
or filled with fear,
like when he is with his mother.
Please God,
this is all I ask of you,
and if you can save him,
thank you,
but if you can't,
give me the power to strive forward,
as a grow older,
and let me discover a cure,
let me solve the mystery,
let us all know,
so no child will ever go through this,
again.
One,
is one too many,
to befall this fate.
And I am sure,
there are more.
God,
if you're listening,
please help
my little Bug-a-boo.
Please,
help him now,
because I fear,
if you can't,
then it just might be,
too late.