Mom Says Final Goodbye To Son In Coma When He Awakens To Whisper Final Phrase Shattering Her Heart
Two-year-olds are supposed to be building towers with blocks and contentedly snuggle up reading bedtime stories with a loved one, not being poked relentlessly with needles and being confined to a hospital bed for days on end. But that was the life of a little boy named Nolan who had a huge battle looming ahead of him.
Nolan was just two years old when he was diagnosed with Rhabdomyosarcoma, a rare soft tissue cancer. They began down the path of doctors’ visits, endless tests, sleepless nights, throwing up from chemotherapy and avoiding contact with all others for fear of Nolan getting sick.
The brave boy fought for his life for more than a year. After Nolan became too sick to eat or drink anything for days and couldn’t stop vomiting, mom Ruth Scully had a feeling something was direly wrong with her tough guy.
When they met with the oncologist, they heard the words they had prayed and begged to never hear. They were told their four-year-old’s cancer had spread and his even bigger tumors now were compressing his bronchial tubes a mere four weeks after he had endured open chest surgery.
His cancer was no longer treatable. The vile disease was winning.
After pulling herself together as best she could, Ruth walked into Nolan’s room to break the news to him. He didn’t have much time left to live.
Ruth had no idea how to tell her son what was happening, that he wouldn’t be around much longer. He was so young, how could he even understand?
Me: Poot, it hurts to breathe doesn’t it?
Nolan: Weeeelll…. yeah.
Me: You’re in a lot of pain aren’t you baby?
Nolan: (looking down) Yeah.
Me: Poot, this cancer stuff sucks. You don’t have to fight anymore.
Nolan: (Pure Happiness) I DONT??!! But I will for you Mommy!!
Me: No Poot!! Is that what you have been doing?? Fighting for Mommy??
Nolan: Well DUH!!
Me: Nolan Ray, what is Mommy’s job?
Nolan: To keep me SAFE! (With a big grin)
Me: Honey … I can’t do that anymore here. The only way I can keep you safe is in Heaven. (My heart shattering)
Nolan: Sooooo I’ll just go to Heaven and play until you get there! You’ll come right?
Me: Absolutely!! You can’t get rid of Mommy that easy!!
Nolan: Thank you Mommy!!! I’ll go play with Hunter and Brylee and Henry!!
Ruth and her husband Jonathan had created a Facebook page to document Nolan’s journey and to keep family abreast of his health status. There, she decided to pen a poignant tribute to her little boy just a couple of months after he passed away from his cancer that has people around the world crying alongside Ruth as she wrote it.
“Two months. Two months since I’ve held you in my arms, heard how much you loved me, kissed those sweetie ‘pie’ lips. Two months since we’ve snuggled. Two months of pure absolute hell.”
Ruth shared how in his last few days on earth, Nolan was an absolute trooper. She went through the motions, numb to all of the horrible things she had to do as her precious angel prepared to enter heaven.
Hospice was in place; his do not resuscitate order had been signed. They watched TV, shot Nerf guns, then Nolan filled out his own will and planned his own funeral, Ruth told News.com.
“We laid in bed together and he sketched out how he wanted his funeral, picked his pall bearers, what he wanted people to wear, wrote down what he was leaving each of us, and even wrote down what he wanted to be remembered as… which of course was a policeman.”
In his very last minutes of life, Ruth recounted exactly how her fighter blessed her in a way she could never have imagined. Ruth wasn’t allowed to leave his side, per Nolan’s orders, but she really wanted to hop into the shower quickly.
So Nolan’s uncle came and sat with him, and Nolan turned toward the bathroom door so he could still keep an eye on his mom.
The bathroom door no sooner closed and Nolan shut his eyes, drifting off into a deep sleep. When Ruth emerged from the bathroom, his entire medical team was surrounding his bed.
“Ruth, he’s in a deep sleep. He can’t feel anything.”
Nolan’s right lung had collapsed. His oxygen levels had plummeted; his breathing was labored.
She rushed to his bedside and climbed in with him, vowing not to leave him again. She gently caressed the right side of his face and then…
Nolan blessed his mom with a miracle.
“My angel took a breath, opened his eyes, smiled at me and said ‘I Love You Mommy,’ turned his head towards me and at 11:54 p.m. Sgt. Rollin Nolan Scully passed away as I was singing ‘You Are My Sunshine’ in his ear. He woke up out of a coma to say he loved me with a smile on his face! My son died a hero … He was a warrior who died with dignity and love to the last second.”
Ruth reflected in her tribute to Nolan that he had accomplished so much in four years. Who knew what he could’ve done if he had lived longer.
“Now I’m the one terrified to shower. With nothing but an empty shower rug now where once a beautiful perfect little boy laid waiting for his Mommy.”
One thing everyone knows is that Nolan was a fighter. Nolan was a trooper.
Nolan lived life to the fullest as best he could, but sadly has left a hole in his mommy’s heart. Our condolences go out to Nolan’s family and friends for the deep grief and sorrow they have felt with his loss.