As we sat once more in front of this surgeon and he spoke the words, “your son has a brain tumor.”
“malignant tumor”, “this will be a real fight”, “your son”
As a mom, one of the hardest things is having your family divided
…feeling the pull between being with your sick child and knowing your other children still need you at home. I remain so thankful for my husband who is the most amazing father, who cared for our daughters while I was gone, even making sure they were all dressed up and pretty with their hair done before their visits to CHOP to see Brandon and I. Our family came together to be with the girls when the two of us couldn’t, so special for us to know they were being loved on in our absence.
16 months after our first trip to CHOP, God called our son home he had entrusted to us while he was here. It seems like a lifetime ago, it seems like a day ago…but the emptiness in our hearts remains the same, only to be filled with memories of his smile, laugh, love of his family and friends. We could not have had 11 years more blessed than we had with Brandon as our son. We will forever be thankful for the time God allowed him to be in our lives.