The Day it All Began

The memories of this day 2 years ago are crippling. I replay it in my head all too often…

I dropped Hudson off at preschool after he’d had another brief headache, run to the bathroom & gotten sick. This was the 2nd or 3rd time it had happened, and he was always 100% himself afterwards, despite keeping him home previously. So that day, I called the pediatrician, left a message with the nurse and WENT TO WORK. I thought it was a recent medicine change causing his issues. Oh how wrong I was.

I was in a meeting with my boss when our pediatrician called and told me to take Huds to the ER. I rushed out of there, picked him up & went to the hospital having no idea what she suspected.

“This will be a marathon, not a sprint.” “Brain tumor.” Panic - could it NOT be cancer? What are the chances it’s benign? Please say it can be cut out of my baby. Get rid of it now!!!

As painful as that day was, I’d go back to it in a heartbeat. I’d have him in my arms, and I wouldn’t yet know the term DIPG.

Cherish every moment, friends. You never know what tomorrow holds…

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