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(1/4) “I work night shifts as an ER tech, and my husband works during the day. So we just switch off when he has to be in the hospital for his treatment.  The nurses try to let me get some sleep, but he still wants to play and be a kid. Some days, I don’t know what we’d do without his kindle fire.  That was one of the best things he ever got in his backpack from Connor’s Heroes.  And it’s pretty much the only way I can get a few hours of sleep.”


(2/4) It was two days before the end of his Kindergarten year, and we were at his 6 year check-up. The pediatrician felt something on his abdomen.  He’d had no symptoms at all before that; he had barely missed a day of school that year. So his doctor sent us for an ultrasound.  He said, "it could be something, it could be nothing."

(3/4) You know that feeling in your gut when something is wrong, and it’s suddenly more than just being worried? We were waiting for his ultrasound results, and they were taking too long to come back and talk to us.  I knew it never takes them that long, unless it’s not good. I remember watching the clock and getting that sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach. It was probably only 25 minutes but it felt like an eternity.


(4/4) This is the final maintenance treatment of the ten that he’s had to have, so hopefully there won’t be any more hospital visits for us. But the testing and the waiting is so hard. Sometimes, it’s almost a week before you get the results- to know whether you’re going to get a clean scan, or find out something hasn’t worked. So you have all this time to think, and if you’re in the hospital, there’s basically nothing to distract you.  It sounds bad, but it’s been better for me to prepare myself for the worst.

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