You always want your kid to be special. To stand out from the crowd. Be smarter than his peers, faster, stronger or if this would not be a case you at least slightly above the average. You hope that someday he will became someone people will look up to. I am not saying to be a president, but more somebody you will be proud of and not pretend that you don’t know what he is up to when asked by your friends or family.
You hope he will be special in the good way, have a huge heart that helps those who are in need. And on the path of his maturity you are trying to push away all the bad thought of things that can potentially happen to him. As all you wish for him to have a good, long lasting life. Deep inside you know that you can not avoid suffering and pain in your life but try to minimize it so that it will not be present so much in his daily life.
It was month before all started, when we began to worry. Constant fevers, that were gone for few days and back again, make us go to different doctors trying to find a reason behind them. We hoped that it is nothing more than just a flu, but the fact that they were coming back caused that somewhere in our minds a warning light started to glow, that maybe we are facing something serious. And it was on 17th of July when we heard that our son is special, very special in the way that you never wish hear.
“Congratulation! Your Son has been classified to the newly lunched space program where at the end of his training he will have a unique privilege of being part of the group of those few individuals who will fly to heaven. Thanks to his 4, 7 inches (12 cm) tumor on his adrenal gland and numerous metastases found in bone marrow, many bones, lymph nodes and chest there is a high chance he will successfully pass all the stages of training finishing with the flight.”
She looked at us as we should be proud of having such a special boy, but in our mind we had only one thought. It was screaming so loud that it would have wake the whole facility up if outspoken. “WHY!!!!!!!!”
She left us for the night, a night that will begin our long journey of them, Captains, trying to help my son to fly to heaven and us doing all we can to spot it from happening. This is a story of our son, Szymon, and his battle with cancer.
I have been glancing at some of your posts (with intention to read further) and it breaks this momma’s heart a little. But I can appreciate the raw openness. Very interesting to me.
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Thank you…this is an experience I would not even wish to my worst enemy. Story has some positive twists, which I will write a bit letter, but the beginning was very difficult.