Life changed, oh hell life had flipped us upside down and we had to become "strong". Deal with the fact that our baby had to fight to live, to take meds that even adults couldn't handle. I was mad, angry and sad that this was happening what about what we had planned, March 14, 2009 was the day of new starts for us our own little place, then boom.
A year of chemo, how life would never ever be the same, then to hear the news again. Cancer was back. Are you f*cking kidding me, how much more could 1 little body take, how much more as parents could we watch, we had almost lost him 2. So we soldiered on and got the cord blood transplant. He has always been a FIGHTER, always. Smile on his face, laughter and those snuggles they are the bomb.
Today we celebrate 6 whole years of hearing bad news but through it all overcoming. There isn't anyway I could ever forget that diagnosis day, every detail is stuck in my memory but every new day of awesome things will always, always triumph over that day and any other bad days in between. In June Bryson will be 7 and I am in awe daily of looking into those blue eyes and truly seeing my hero.
