It was the first or second week of school. One of my closest friends, Amy, and I were talking about how our boys (Will is 14 and Jay is 13 and they are both in the 8th grade) had injuries. She said she was taking him to Elkhart General for an xray that day. I noticed on Facebook she checked in there…and then she went to firemen’s class. I was surprised when she called me around 10-10:30 that night. His injury would be fine, they thought it was something like whiplash. But the doctor called her personally and told her that they found a mass within Will’s lung. We talked for thirty minutes or so, jumping to conclusions, worrying, wondering what if. It was during those thirty minutes where I saw ‘Amy, the mom’…her voice cracked and she just kept plugging along.
Two days later, I’m sitting in the waiting room of a doctor’s office waiting while WG8G is being exrayed. “Please God, let him be ok.” When the doctor went over the exray with me, we talked about everything on that exray. He probably thought I had lost my mind. But all I could think of was I had to make sure there was nothing in my kiddo’s body.
We’ve gone through the surgery to remove the mass. It was bigger than a baseball, more the size of a large baked potato. It was wedged between his spinal cord and his trachea. He had pain, but is recovering. The one thing no parent ever wants to hear, my friend, my classmate, my sister Amy, heard: your child has cancer. There is simply no recovery from that.
So we pray, we wait and we support…as there is simply nothing else to be done until we get the results back (later this week) to let us know if it’s localized (meaning they got it all) or if it’s spread. Praying for healing, for strength, for the faith to stay positive and the motivation to keep fighting…