Mac is still resting. He had another seizure this morning. According to the hospice nurse she estimates his time here on earth to be only a few more days to a week. We have talked with Liam, but I am not sure how much he really understands, because to be honest, as an adult I don’t understand how this happens. Never would I have ever dreamed that on my 37th birthday that I would be calling our priest to arrange the sacrament of Anointing of the Sick or calling a funeral home to make final arrangements for my 7 year old son. I don't even know how to wrap my mind around the knowledge that Mac will never turn 8. The decision to bring Mac home the single most difficult decision we have ever had to make. In my heart I believe it is the right thing for him. The last 2 weeks Mac has not been himself. He has been weak, tired and unstable on his feet. Even before that he started getting very upset at the thought of going to see the doctors. He had had enough. The MRI on Wednesday showed regrowth of the 3 tumors he had surgery on last month, the original tumor is still there, and at least 3 new tumors have started since last month. He is in and out of consciousness so we continue to be able to tell him how much we love him. We have decided that continuing to pump poison into him because we were not ready to let go yet would not be in his best interest. Thank you all for the overwhelming words and acts of support and comfort during the start of our most difficult days. We will continue to need them over the next years because soon our family will be broken in a way that can never be fixed.