Daniel B James
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Daniel B James
@Mandocello
Singer Songwriter Rhythm player
Blaenavon, Wales Katılım Kasım 2009
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This morning at 1:34 am on May 7, 2026, our beautiful daughter passed away and received her eternal healing.
There are no words strong enough to describe this kind of pain. She fought with everything she had, for far longer and harder than any child should ever have to. Even through pain, fear, and the hardest days, she stayed brave, loving, and full of faith. She was incredibly strong. She was a warrior.
Even though our hearts are completely broken here on earth, we hold onto the belief that she is now fully healed in Heaven. No more suffering. No more pain. No more cancer. She is whole again, at peace, and safe in the arms of Jesus.
“God is within her, she will not fall.” — Psalm 46:5
“He will wipe every tear from their eyes. There will be no more death or sorrow or crying or pain.” — Revelation 21:4
Thank you to everyone who prayed, loved her, fought for her, and supported our family through the darkest time of our lives. Please continue to pray for us as we try to learn how to live in a world without her here with us.
Forever our girl. Forever our heartbeat. Forever loved.

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“Day 10 of Radiation”
The machine still looks like a giant white insect waiting to swallow me. Ten sessions in and the ritual is automatic now: gown, cold table, lasers lining up the tattoos that mark the invisible target. Technicians move with quiet efficiency. “Hold still. Breathe normally.” The table slides in. A soft whir. A few minutes of nothing I can feel, then it’s over.
My skin in the treatment field is starting to look sunburned, a little pink, tight, a little tender when the gown brushes it. The lotion they gave me helps, but the heat underneath is new. Fatigue is no longer a suggestion; it’s a weight that settles in the afternoon and doesn’t fully lift until that night. I nap more than I used to. Coffee helps as it should.
I’m still showing up. Still counting. Ten down, six remaining. The calendar on the fridge has black X’s marching across it. Some days the X feels like progress. Some days it just feels like another day I had to be here.
The worst part isn’t the beam. It’s the quiet afterward. When I’m walking back to the car knowing the work is happening inside me whether I feel it or not. I keep telling myself the cells that need to die are dying, and the ones that need to live are tough enough to wait this out.
Tonight I’ll reapply the cream, drink more water than I want, and try to sleep before the tiredness turns into something sharper. Tomorrow is Day 11. Same machine. Same table. Same small act of showing up.
I’m still here. Thank you for being here and always supporting me.
I made this necklace. It reminds me to choose the right path.
Introducing: “Darcy” A sterling silver turquoise necklace with waves at the end. She’s daring. She’s delicate. She’s strong. Hand-crafted by @KickRocks2026

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I honestly believe my cause of death will be from a broken heart
It’s been nine months and I still miss my mom as much today as I did the day she died
Will this pain ever go away?
Will I ever be able to think of her without bursting into tears?
Will I ever be able to get one good nights sleep without waking up, thinking of her and wishing she was still here?
This is by far the worst pain I’ve ever felt in my 57 years of life
I don’t know how to move on and get past the pain
It’s only Monday and I already need tons of prayer 😩🙏
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My sweet friends,
May I ask for your prayers. I saw my oncologist doctor and had a PET scan.
3 lymph nodes in my mediastinum show positive for cancer. I am back in the battle and my PTSD is off the charts.
Please pray for me to overcome this horrible St 4 rectal cancer monster. I cried all day yesterday.
Today I am ready to face the new battle.
I can do this!!! 🙏
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@SisterWalburga Praying for you and your family
Blaenavon, Wales 🇬🇧 English

Another month has passed without her, and somehow it still doesn’t feel real. My heart won’t accept that she’s truly gone. Part of me keeps hoping she’ll come back… that she’s just somewhere else, and one day she’ll walk back into my life.
These past eight months have felt unbearable. Some days, I still struggle to breathe. I still struggle to live in a world without her. I still can’t understand how something so cruel could take someone so full of life.
It feels like just yesterday she was in my arms, and I could feel the depth of her love for me. I miss holding her more than words can ever express. I miss her beautiful smile, the way it could light up any room. I miss her fierce spirit, the strength, and fire she carried with her everywhere.
The world truly needed her. It’s so hard to accept that something as cruel as Diffuse Intrinsic Pontine Glioma (DIPG) took her from all of us. It isn’t fair. It never will be.
But there has to be a cure someday. There has to be. No one else should have to go through this kind of loss or pain. Hold your loved ones a little tighter today.

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