Proceed to bellow and despair.

"M-Mom...you've...you've done all you --" The sentence was interrupted by an abrupt cough. His condition had gotten worse since the diagnosis. His mother had searched hard to find a doctor that could help him, even his father stayed up for several days straight in the hopes of finding a cure but..nothing. His face had lost its color and those gleaming eyes that would look at his mother tenderly every day were fading. He..was too tired to do anything, to think of anything. He..wanted it to end. The pain and suffering was only worth it because he would see his family, his dear mother that had stayed by his side through thick and thin, since the day of his birth. A small squeeze of the hand was given as he smiles at her, trying to reassure her that she would be fine always. "I love you mom...more than I can say...more than I can ever show you...I'm so glad...I'm your son.."