“Mommy I love you.” Those were the last words of 4-year-old, Nolan Scully. As his battle with canc-er came to a heartbr*aking end, Nolan openly talked about his impending d*ath with incred-ible faith, telling his mom he would just wait for her in H*aven. At only 3 years old, Nolan was diagnos*d with rhabd*myosarc-oma, a rare soft-t!ssue canc-er. To keep tra-ck of his battle aga!nst the d!se-ase, his family started a page on Facebook, NolanStrong.
In no time, little Nolan’s amazing sp!rit stole the he-arts of his local community and hundreds of thousands of strangers across the world. “Every battle he’s had, he just bounced back, unbelievably. You knock-ed him down, he just came back and ran.” Mark Bell, a family friend and Chief of the Leonardtown Volunteer Fire Department, said. Nolan’s dad, Jonathan who was the Chief of the Leonardtown Volunteer Fire Department decided to step down once his son was given his cancer diagnos-is. Like his dad, Nolan wanted to serve his people.
He wanted to become a police officer.While in the hospital, the city’s Police Commissioner fulfilled Nolan’s dreams by swearing him in as an honorary police officer, his name now became ‘Sgt. Rollin’ Nolan.’ Many local f!re departments did the same.Everyone was rooting for Nolan. Doctors worked relentl-essly to restore his health, but Nolan’s little body couldn’t f*ght much longer.
“We were sat down with his entire team. When his Oncolog-ist spoke, I saw the pure pa*n in her eyes. She had always been honest with us and fought along side of us the whole time. But his updated CT sc-an showed large tum*rs that grew compressing his bronchial tubes and heart within four weeks of his open chest surg-ery. The Mestatic Alveolar Rhabdomyosarcoma was spreading like wild f*re. She explained at this time she didn’t feel his Canc-er was treatable as it had become resistant to all treatment options we had tri-ed and the plan would be to keep him comfortable as he was deteriorating rapidly.” Nolan’s mom recalled.
Nolan’s family had been dr*ading this type of news from the beginning. A heartbr*ken Ruth gathered the courage to go tell her little boy the news. But his reaction showed the imm-ense fa!th this sweet angel had. Nolan had absolutely no fear of d*ath, he even told his mom he would wait in H*aven for her!
Ruth shared how their conversation went. “I sat down with him and put my head up aga!nst his and had the following conversation:
Me: Poot, it hurts to breathe doesn’t it?
Nolan: Weeeelll…. yeah.
Me: You’re in a lot of pa!n aren’t you baby?
Nolan: (looking down) Yeah.
Me: Poot, this Canc-er stuff su-cks. You don’t have to f!ght anymore.
Nolan: (Pure Happiness) I DONT??!! But I will for you Mommy!!
Me: No Poot!! Is that what you have been doing?? F!ght*ng for Mommy??
Nolan: Well DUH!!
Me: Nolan Ray, what is Mommy’s job?
Nolan: To keep me SAFE! (With a big gr-in)
Me: Honey … I can’t do that anymore here. The only way I can keep you safe is in Heaven. (My heart shatter-ing)
Nolan: Sooooo I’ll just go to H*aven and play until you get there! You’ll come right?
Me: Absolutely!! You can’t get r-id of Mommy that easy!!
Nolan: Thank you Mommy!!! I’ll go play with Hunt*r and Brylee and Henry!!”
Nolan and his family spent the next few days enjoying the little time they had left. “We laid in bed together and he sketched out how he wanted his funeral, picked his pall be-arers, what he wanted people to wear, wrote down what he was leaving each of us, and even wrote down what he wanted to be remembered as… which of course was a Policeman.”
Little Nolan loved having his mom next to him and just being close by. On what would turn out to be his last day, Ruth asked Nolan’s permission to grab a quick shower. The moment the bathroom door closed, Nolan sh*t his eyes and went into a deep sleep, beginning the end of life passing.
When Ruth stepped out of the shower, Nolan’s entire medical team was surrounding him with tears in their eyes.Little Nolan had slipp-ed into a coma. His lung had collapsed and his oxygen levels dropped. “I ran and jumped into bed with him and put my hand on the right side of his face. Then a miracle that I will never forget happened…My angel took a breath, opened his eyes, smiled at me and said ‘I Love You Mommy’, turned his head towards me and at 11:54 pm Sgt. Rollin Nolan Scully pass*d- away as I was singing ‘You are My Sunshine’ in his ear.” Ruth recalled the heart-shattering, yet miraculous final moments with her little boy.
Ruth shared a side by side photo of the bathroom floor and recalled how her baby boy used to lay on the bathmat outside the shower waiting for her to come out. The h-eartbr*ken mom wrote, “Now I’m the one terrif!ed to shower. With nothing but an empty shower rug now where once a beautiful perfect little boy laid waiting for his Mommy.”
The whole town came together to give Nolan the best possible send off. Thousands of people showed up to offer condolences. Songs that Nolan pick-ed out himself played ,like “This Little Light Of Mine.”
Following Nolan’ s wishes, most of the attendees wore red, his favorite color, or a NolanStrong T-shirt.
“He wanted everyone to smile and be happy. So even in the end, he was not thinking of himself.” Diana Rogers, Nolan’s grandmother said.Firefighters and police officers took turns watching over Nolan’s casket at the service, a privilege reserved for officers who pass*d- away in the line of duty.“He made unbelievers believe. He brought the community together in such positive way,” his grandmother told the cr*wd.God truly had a special purpose for Nolan, it is evident with the many many lives he was able to touch at such a tender age. We pray God comforts his grieving family.