In the early hours of April 28,1990 a little boy named Alejandro Hernandez Jr. was born to Thalia and Alejandro Hernandez Sr. He weight in at 7lb 01oz and 20 1/2 in. long. What a handsome little guy he was. Since the day he was born, he had that special touch. So loving and tender. He was our LITTLE MIRACLE. So healthy and beautiful. He was his father's pride and joy. He couldn't wait for him to grow up and do all the stuff daddy's and son's do together. Not long after, his brother Brian came along. They were inseperable. People would always question if they were twin. They were always dressed the same, did everything together. They couldn't live without each other. Brian would always follow his big brothers foot steps. Their love was so unconditional. Their daddy loved them so much, But there lives would change when their father passed away on October 17,1993. We were expecting our 1st daughter, Rebecca. He never got to see her and hold her. It was then that my son Alex wanted to be the man of the house. He always worried about his Mommy and his siblings. He had a heart of gold. He gave his all to everything he did and everybody he came in touch with. He was loved by so many beautiful people.
It was December 12, 2000 that he started complaining of chest and leg pain. I took him to the doctor's and he stated that he probably just got hurt on a ride. Since he had gone to Knott Berry Farm the night before. So he just gave him tylenol w/ coding for the pain. The day's went by and he wasn't getting any better. So I drove him to St. Joseph Hospital. They said the same thing and send him home with more medicine. We went home and i would just give him more of the dosage to calm his pain. It was Christmas and i knew he was in pain but he didn't say a word. I asked if he was o.k. He simple stated that he was tired but he would be o.k. but i was to my knowledge that he just wanted to spend Christmas with his family. He was so brave never complained. He Laughed and played with his cousins the whole night. The following day's he did not mention any pain. Before, we knew it, it was New Year's. The family was celebrating at my aunt Teresa house. I will not forget that night. My son was in so much pain. His legs and chest in pain. He asked just to give him his pain medicine and that he would be ok. So i did. He felt better but the following moring i rushed him to the hospital. This time i was determined to find out what was wrong with him. He was running a fever of 104, bruises on his face and body. The doctor comes in and request blood work. But by this time i knew that something was wrong. My motherly instinct just told me that. We arrived at 7:00am and the nurses and doctor would just come in and out of the room. Still no word on his blood results. Until about 9 p.m a social worker came in and stated that she would stay with my son so that the doctor can have a word with me in private. I said sure. The doctor asked if i had somebody i would like to contact to be with me and i said no. I just remember him confirming my worst nightmare. He said Mrs. Acosta your son has Leukemia.For some reason I already knew. Not long after i called my family and they reunited with me at the hospital. Still in disbelieve that this could be happening. We where admited to the hospital. He went through blood transfusions, chemo and radiation. Through this whole ordeal he never complained, he took things as they came. One thing i know for sure is that he told his nurses Helen and Tina that he didn't want to see me cry cause he loved me and because i was having a baby he didn't want something happening to his little sister.
I remember one day we were talking and he says to me "Mom i would never want any of my brother's to go throught what im going. If that was to ever happen i would rather it happeing to me not them" at the point we just hugged each other and cried. I told him that was so unselfish of him.
He was granted a shopping spree from Make A Wish. He bought all his brother's and himself all he wanted. Then he took us out to eat at Benihana's. That would be our last family dinner together. In September 2002 the doctor's told me there was nothing more they can do. He had developed diabetis and Philadelphia Chromozone. I ask if I could take him home so that would take care of him till his final day. They said yes. Hospice would be coming over to help me. It was in those last week that he thought me that there is a Heaven. I felt god's presence at my home. I believe he was preparing me to let go and not to be afraid of death. It was then on October 14,2002 at 10:26 p.m. that he looked at me and i held him and told him its ok baby you can go home now. He took his last breath in my arms. He was greeted to eternal life by his father in heaven.
May You Forever Rest In Peace My Brave Little Angel.
Mommy and your brothers' misses you dearly.
Lots of hugs and kisses
