At the age of just three and a half months, my son Carter was put on the list for a heart transplant and, at five and a half months, he received a new heart. We were overjoyed. But then this past August, at the age of nine, Carter was diagnosed with non-Hodgkins lymphoma – a cancer that […]
My son Jaxon was just four years old in 2017 when he was diagnosed with medium to high risk acute lymphoblastic leukemia. It was a shock to me. What I initially assumed to be growing pains was actually deteriorating bone marrow density and a spinal compression fracture. Whoever heard of a preschooler with a broken back? I had no idea what lay ahead. I was terrified.
“I woke up at 4 am to hear wolves yapping. I was still pretty groggy, but then suddenly I shot up: ‘They’re yapping because they’re circling me.’ I ran out of the tent to see five sets of eyes in the dark — three on the left and two on the right.”~ Dan Stourac
I’m going to show you the best Santa-But-Not-Actually-Santa pictures you’ve ever seen. Let me set them up. ~ Dave Kelly
Our son Finn was just three months old when he was diagnosed with rhabdomyosarcoma, an aggressive and fast-growing sarcoma. We spent the first year of his life fighting for it. It was so unreal because Finn was so little. It was like a slap in the face and it just kept hitting us hard and fast—surgery, cancer, chemotherapy. There was no time to think or feel. We were in full survival mode.
My son Mason took a little spill and started crying as he had hurt his leg. It was the end of the party and nothing serious, so we packed up and headed home. Mason complained about his knee hurting. Assuming he twisted it, I had him laid up on the couch to rest the knee. The next day when he said it still hurt I told him we will have to go to the doctors to have it checked. He said, “no its okay” and started walking on it again.