Different Perspective

So yesterday I mentioned the boy who was here for his last day of chemo. Today was a different situation. A situation that put things into perspective a little for me and made me thankful for where we are in our treatment. A mom and dad walk into the oncology clinic for the first time. They are holding their sweet two year old boy. He has long blond hair, rosy cheeks and a big smile. He was wearing super cute Utes scrubs. The mom grabs a few tissues for the tears she knows that she is going to shed. The nurse comes into the waiting room and tells her they are finding a room for her because "the Dr." wants to talk to them about his scan results. My heart dropped into my stomach. I wanted to hug her. I wanted to cry with her. I was thinking about how you would feel to tell a mom "your baby has cancer", and then I thought I don't think I ever again want to hear for the first time "he has a malignant tumor". Barf. Although we have only been going through this process for a month now, I would not for the world want to have to relive those awful first two weeks. Not knowing, waiting for "results". Blood results, MRI results, CT scan results, bone marrow results, PET scan results. So many results before you really know. Too many results can make your heart beat right out of your chest. I think it happened to me. We have many more obstacles to experience and many more tears to cry but I am so glad we are over the "not knowing" hump. We are able to just move on with treatment. We know the beast we are dealing with and can pray everyday for the strength of positivity! I took some more pics of Spencer's hair (obsessed, i know!). Nine more days, we need to hold on for nine more days!