Day two after diagnosis and today was full of emotions. It began with a fighter attitude, well kinda more hopeful and determined I guess. We can do this, Cameron can do this. He can continue to learn and beat these odds we’ve been given. But then I stop myself and ask “what odds?” This isn’t childhood cancer or some rare disease we’re “fighting”. Yet, it still feels like a fight. Then comes the tears and the sadness of realizing all the challenges he has ahead. Will I ever hear his little voice say “I love you mama”? Will he have meaningful relationships one day? Will he drive a car, live on his own or be able to have a job? Then I feel selfish because I have this beautiful, happy, healthy 3 year old boy that loves to laugh, always has a smile on his face and is the world’s best at cuddling! Why isn’t that enough?
Caring for Cameron 