Where do we begin?

I wanted to start this blog to let go of some of my thoughts, and to inform the loving people in our lives of what is going on. I tend to be a wordy person.....so I need the space to let me thoughts go :)

Let us go back in time just a tad shall we?
Everyone to your DeLorean or TARDIS.....or time machine of choice. ;)

September 15 2013 the boy doesn't feel just right. In his eloquent words... he feels blah. So a day of chilling and relaxing is on order.

September 16th....a rough night of sleep for us both. The boy just couldn't rest. He had developed a deep dark cough. Momma bear kicks in and after a nice calm nap that morning on the sofa we are off to get some answers. Off to Patient First....what couldn't be more than five minutes later.... they are waiting for the rescue squad. I hadn't even got to pay the people before they were sending the boy off to the ER. We were both very confused as to why a cough would cause such chaos.
11:00 AM in the ER and the boy is off to get a chest xray and a cat scan. We know now that his oxygen levels are low. The ER doctor starts to mention tumors and cancer...not words anyone ever wants to hear. EVER.  I'm told they have contacted the critical care ambulance unit and we are being sent to the PICU. No one knows enough about what is wrong to be able to give me any wise words, just that it isn't good.
The EMT pulls me aside and tells me to not wig out.... the boy is starting to wig out and right now I need to be strong for him. I can wig out when he can't see me. That's right... business hat. Chin up, tatas out... we got this. I can do that, I've done it before. The boy asks me to text his band director.... he might not make it to practice. Priorities my boy....you have them!
4:30ish  we roll into the St Mary's ER parking lot to see the boy's youth leaders waiting. What beautiful people God has given us. Through the course of that evening my people, our people, fill the waiting room with bodies and laughter. These beautiful people may never know what that meant to me. What I needed right then and there was to know I was not alone. I was not a single mom with my boy... I was part of a big family with OUR boy.
That night I slept in my new orthopedic comfortable bed, one that I will call home for the next several days.