Below you will find a short description of the last 5 months of my life.

On the night of January 15th I woke my mother up, as I experienced severe pain in my abdomen.

On January 18th my mom takes me to the doctor's office. I feel terrible. As soon the doctor sees me, he sends me right away to the emergency room at the Charles LeMoyne Hospital. Meanwhile, the doctor calls the Hospital to update them on my clinical status as he noticed something seriously wrong with my liver.

I arrived at the Emergency room around 1:00 PM and I had to wait until 10:00 PM for someone to see me. The Doctor on duty decided to admit me in. We had to go back to the waiting room, on the hallway, sitting on the chairs and waiting for the admission until 3 AM at night. During this time I feel terrible and very weak. The very next day at 2 PM I was sent to the emergency room at the St-Justine Hospital.

Why did they keep me waiting in the hallway for so long? Did they admit me into the Hospital just to give me Tylenol?

I'm at the St-Justine Hospital and my mom holds me in her arms. It is now 7:40. A strong liver internal bleeding provokes me a heart stroke. Five minutes later I'm brought back and luckily during this time my brain didn't lack oxygen. However my status is highly instable and the liver internal hemorrhage did not stop.

My status is not stable enough for a liver biopsy. The Doctors do not know what diagnostic to decide on and keep saying that there are 70% chances this is a liver cancer. They recommend we start the chemotherapy treatment today and not wait for the liver biopsy.

But what if the diagnosis is wrong ?

The same time I received the chemotherapy treatment I also received the steroids treatment. The blood test looks a little better today then yesterday. The surgeons decide that my status is acceptable now to proceed with the biopsy.

The Pathology specialist Doctor doesn't find any tumor on my liver. On the other hand I start to feel a little better: I open my eyes, move my arms. It looks like everything is getting better.

The doctors decide to take out the endotracheal tube. The side effect of the chemotherapy is starting to show. My blood parameters are getting worse and worse fast. I start to feel week again.

I am very tired. I show everyone how tired I am but nobody seems to listen or notice. The doctors increase more and more the parameters of the ventilator. The unhopeful is happening: an internal bleeding at the lungs level provokes me the second heart stroke.

It is now confirmed that I never had or have any liver cancer.

We are getting ready for another tube extraction. It is a very slow process that has been going on for at least one month and it will still be going for probably 10 to 15 days. With God's help I'm going to make it.

St-Justine Hospital, 8:35 AM. Philip has died today at age 3. May GOD bless HIS soul and keep HIS soul in rest and peace.