Today is April 15th. For everyone else, this is tax deadline day. For us, it is the day 12 years ago that we learned my now (almost) 14 year old son had cancer. We had just come home from church and I was putting on his pajamas and tickling his belly and…there it was…a mass that clearly didn’t belong (hot flash over my entire body).
We went to the St. Joseph Regional Medical Center and within hours (thanks to a friend who ushered us past protocols and into immediate attention) learned he had Wilm’s Tumor, a form of kidney cancer. Single worst moment of our lives. Isaac wasn’t even two yet.
Two days later we were at Riley’s children’s hospital (I love that place by the way) where they removed his right kidney, and a few days after that he began a four month regime of chemotherapy.
What is crazy is that Isaac only found out about his history with cancer two weeks ago!!! Really it was quite by accident. Kelly and I were worried about how he would take it. We wanted to tell him earlier, but no time seemed right. We entered 2010 with the goal of telling him at some point. And then, while I wasn’t even present, he found out as Kelly filled out paper work for a doctor’s appointment for him (you know…the kind where they ask you about your medical history).
I think he thought it was kind of cool. And I think he wanted to tell everyone, except, almost everyone in his world already knew (yes…we all kept it a secret). But, his younger brother and sister didn’t know. So, he got to tell Caleb and Alex.
Twelve years ago today is the day. And I date everything on it. There is a pre-cancer life and post-cancer life. But this I know, it is a day now that I can celebrate that God reached down from heaven and rescued my son.
He is a strong kid. He is a cancer-suvivor. I love you Isaac.