Almost 4 weeks ago, our lives turned upside down in the worst of ways. Our youngest rascal who had complained about a slight headache now and then and otherwise seemed as healthy as he could possible be, showed to have a brain tumour.
I will never be able to explain the fright and horror his dad and I felt when the doctor told us – mixed with total confusement. He was so happy and healthy beside the now and then headache, he practiced his sports just as always, he was doing great in school, had energy.
How on earth could he have a brain tumour?
From that point everything has happened so very fast and intense. We learned this a Thursday and the day after he had an eight hour operation that luckily was very succesful – all of the tumour is gone. We had one of Swedens best neuro surgeons working on him which we will be forever grateful for. I could marry that man.
But still there´s a long way to go. As a friend of mine said; cancer is not a sprint, it´s a marathon. My sweet rascal will now begin radiation and then chemotherapy to follow. It will be hard on him, it will be painful to us parents and his brother who adores and loves him.
Still, it has to be done so we have a chance to keep him here with us.
(Sweet Elsa was so happy to have him home after two weeks at hospital)
I wish this never happened to children. There´s nothing fair in an innocent, kind child to get an illness like this, it just should never happen. But you know; we laugh every day in this home of ours, every day we´re grateful to have eachother. I cry too, but mostly I´m happy because he is here and he´s his usual happy himself amazingly enough.
And we´ll do anything we can to help him through it all, we´ll carry him the whole way.
So please keep my rascal in your thoughts, we need it. Take care.