Firstclass newsline gathered that Michael Jayeola Adenaike was
affectionate and friendly: a rare gem among his fellow teenagers and a
care giver to neighbourhood children that rode bikes or played
basketball on the streets and playgrounds with him. But deep inside
his florescent humanity and kindness, Michael, with unconditional love
and support from his dad, Oba David Adenaike, dealt with terminal
brain cancer. He didn't wish world citizens to feel his pain or
sympathise with the remaining days of his life, as dictated by the
disease and God. He pleased those that were privileged to cross his
path those 19 years on planet earth. He smiled into sunset on Sunday,
May 24.
Michael had a rare form of tumour in his brain called Angio plastic
astrocytoma. It was highly aggressive and extremely difficult to
treat. Webmd.com describes symptoms of his brain cancer as being
"influenced by which part of the brain is involved and the functional
system it affects (e.g. motor, sensory, language, etc.). For example,
vision problems may result from a tumour near the optic nerve. A
tumour in the front part of the brain may affect the ability to
concentrate and think. A tumour located in an area that controls motor
function may cause weakness, numbness or difficulty with speech. Any
tumour that is significantly large can create multiple symptoms
because of the pressure created by the mass: Problems controlling eye
movement, facial expressions and speech, and weakness in the arms and
legs.
Adenaike on sick bed
"Astrocytomas develop from small, star-shaped cells called astrocytes,
and may arise anywhere in the brain or spinal cord. Astrocytomas are
the most common primary CNS tumour. In adults, astrocytomas most often
occur in the cerebrum, which is the largest part of the brain. The
cerebrum uses sensory information to tell us what's going on around us
and how our body should respond. The left hemisphere controls the
muscles on the right side of the body, while the right hemisphere
controls the muscles on the left. The cerebrum also controls speech,
movement and emotions, as well as reading, thinking and learning."
Michael died early morning of Sunday at the Westchester Medical
Center, Vahalla, New York, one year after series of hospitalisation.
In his mid teenage years, as an energetic young man and sports
enthusiast, Michael complained of headaches. His dad didn't pay
serious attention to the headaches, partly because of the way the
young athlete handled the discipline of pain management. However,
during one of his basketball games at the neighbourhood play ground
with friends, Michael fell and was unconscious. He was rushed to the
hospital where doctors diagnosed him with brain tumour. Few months
later, the tumour grew. He was placed on chemotherapy and
rehabilitation treatment schedule. But slowly, his condition was
deteriorating: yet father and son kept faith and hopeful attitude that
Michael would somehow overcome the illness.
Oba David Adenaike, paralysed by shock and grief of his only child's
terminal disease, got encouragement and prayers from his network of
friends, family, neighbours and workmates who stepped in. They
initially began raising money to help fund additional medical
logistics bills in attempts to save Michael from the deadly illness,
as the teenager lay fighting to survive inside the Intensive Care Unit
of Westchester Medical Center. He spent months at the hospital where
he underwent brain surgery, receiving chemotherapy treatment
thereafter. But the brain cancer spread fast at each sunrise. The
teenager stayed positive, at peace and courageous in his silent
struggles to overcome brain cancer.
Quietly but hopefully, Oba David Adenaike began to accept the terms of
God's engagement with his faith as regards his only child: "Jebose, no
parent wants to bury his only child. That's a taboo in Nigeria: to
bury your child. But as reality set in, I embraced that which Almighty
God threw at me. I became prepared that Michael at some point would
join my ancestors. I did not tell him I might lose him, but I sensed
the end game was near these last few weeks. Doctors did everything. I
watched him every day breathing through the tubes. There are things
that happen in life that are out of your control. I didn't want to be
hopeless. We did everything to save my son, but God was the ultimate
decider. I dreamt of him coming over to my bed at night and pulling my
blanket in the bed, telling me he was cold and wanted me to cover him
with the blanket. It was a sign that Michael was going to leave me any
day then."
Michael Jayeola Adenaike was born on January 9, 1996, in New Jersey, a
day when the city was shut down and buried under heavy snow. His
mother suddenly went into labour that cold morning. Dad's car during
the drive to the hospital developed mechanical problems because of the
inclement weather. His car stalled along the road to an Englewood
hospital birthing Center, with a pregnant wife in serious labour
cramps. A New Jersey City snow plough vehicle clearing snowed streets
was hailed for assistance: The snow plough vehicle drove Mr. Adenaike
and his wife to the hospital where hours later, a brilliant, bright
child, a son, Michael Jayeola Adenaike, was born. He lived 19 years.
"Jebose, Michael was a gifted artist, sportsman. He was a kind kid,
respectful and selfless. He knew how to diplomatically navigate the
relationship between his mother and I, always sailing through us with
infectious attitude and love. His brains operated at a higher level;
hence sometimes I think that's why he had brain cancer. He would
listen to notes in music, especially the keys of the piano and
reproduced the same notes. He could write and make music. He never
studied music. He played piano notes by ear. I just can't forget how
he watched his mother play the piano and immediately replicated it
without looking at the music notes. Michael was all I had. I didn't
want to have children because it took me years to come to terms with
losing my father in a horrible way. Michael came in strange but
spectacular ways to my life. He was a great basketball player and
swimmer too. He was never ashamed of introducing me to his friends.
"That's my father," he always introduced me that way to his friends
whenever I was with him. Michael promised to buy me a space ship. He
invited me specially to tell his classmates stories about my country,
culture and people. On Sunday, I watched my only son die from brain
cancer. It's been days since he died and I am making funeral
arrangements to bury my son in New York: a son conceived in Nigeria
and birthed in the United States. I am stronger now. He becomes my
newest ancestor. Jebose, I am not angry. I am pained but my philosophy
is impartial. Why should I question God for this sadness? God is
impartial. You do not pray such life's tragedy shouldn't happen to
you. Why not me?. Those people with cancer diseases have not done
anything to God to deserve the affliction. God gives and takes away.
You feel it. You overcome it. I cry. I will get over it. I will heal.
It's not God trying to punish me, or family members. I try as much as
possible to be in the middle of life. When Mike was born, I was
excited because I found a trusted friend and everything else: he
always smiled at me when I returned from work, my head swelled: he
boosted my energy with those smiles, excitedly throwing and kicking
his legs on the chair. I thank God for the life he gave me and I was
able to enjoy 19 years with him.
"I will remember my son as the diplomat we never had: he knew how to
negotiate and deal with different human characters. He was a very
compassionate son. He wanted to live and care for his mum. I knew he
was going to die from the disease. I didn't tell him I was going to
lose him. No father should do that: To tell your ailing son he would
die from his sickness? That would be traumatic. I remember the day he
jumped into Rose, her aunt's swimming pool. I jumped into the pool
after him, scared he could drown; that father instinct to protect your
child always drove me to dive into the pool. I ended up being the one
rescued. It was a hilarious moment for the family…The beauty of his
life were his careless charm and amazing personality; a friendly young
man with a passion to care for fellow friends and strangers. He was a
smart son."
The 19 year old will be buried next Saturday in New York City at a
cemetery near his father's home.

Source~ http://www.firstclassnewsline.net/2015/05/i-knew-he-was-going-to-die.html

Rest In Perfect Peace Jaiyeola. You've gone to a better place where there are no ailments.

Sad sunday...God knows best, I urge you to take heart,I can't ask you not to cry..I cried when I read your story...I tell you one thing..Time wii heal you