Today is a day of great celebration. And I again am brought to tears, the love of family and friends who gathered with us to celebrate this day is awe inspired, and for me and korbyn much needed.
And now I start crying, when korbyn started having trouble walking in march, if we had taken the drs advice when nothing showed up in x rays, and waited a week to see if it got better, if we had waited instead of getting numerous opinions, finally landing us with an orthopedic specialist, we may not have gotten this day.
When he was diagnosed with leukemia we were within days of his life. Thank God I refused to chalk it up to growing pains, and we get this glorious day to celebrate.
They say a mothers instinct is strong, I can testify to that. I knew something was wrong with my baby boy, and I was gonna push until someone figured it out.
I was told anything from growing pains, to maybe he is refusing to walk for attention. Yes that orthopedic specialist broke my heart in one phone call, but I thank god for him. He saved my baby boy. And this day, little man's 4th birthday means so much more to me than words can explain.
But alas after birthday cake is eaten, reality sets in with the medicine case. Cancer doesn't take a break for a birthday, and daily chemo still needs to be given, and after that much sugar, probably tummy medicine as well.
Here's to many more birthdays little man, I love you to the moon and back.