May 21st is a date that has always been celebrated--as long as I have been alive, it has been a special day.
May 21st is both of my Grandmother's birthdays. They were born 12 years apart.
May 21st, 2004 is the day I took my bridal portraits (after decorating my Mimi's house for her birthday). Such a happy day.
May 21st, 2005 is the day we moved into our first home together. How exciting that was!
I have always thought fondly of May 21st as it approached. Now, I believe May 21st and I will have a love/hate relationship.
May 21st, 2010 is the day that my son--my firstborn, my lovebug, my angelbaby--was diagnosed with cancer.
Even typing that brings me to my knees, takes my breath away and makes my head spin.
He has a very rare tumor. Hemangiopericytoma.
One doctor (we have met so many) said he had a better chance of being struck by lightening than getting this tumor.
We have been inundated with medical terminology and we are slowly realizing that it is our new language.
We are SO very thankful for the positive things throughout this nightmare: AWESOME test results--his lungs, bones, heart are all healthy and unaffected; FANTASTIC doctors--we have connected with some of the best doctors in the country; INCREDIBLE facility--our hospital is outstanding and top rated; AMAZING support--family, friends, people we have not talked to in years, everyone is being so kind. The words of kindness, love, support, prayers--all are so appreciated.
This is our new life. We will adjust and thrive even. Every ugly thing that we have to endure and put our sweet baby through will be so worth it because it is all one step closer to him being healthy.
If you are the praying kind, we'd love to be on your list.