Medically Complex and the Stories of Our Lives

Weekend Home Saturday morning was an odd time.  I had two different documents to read and sign regarding cancer research, and donating the biopsy so others could use it to ‘gain more understanding’ of Neuroblastoma.  Cancer: I could hardly wrap my brain around those words.  Rhyse’s doctors were assuming he had cancer and someone already wanted a piece for research. I wanted to keep things as light as possible for the whole family’s’ sake.  Walking around in a trance wouldn’t help anyone, especially not us parents who knew the gravity of the situation.  So with this in mind I decided we would have an hour in the morning where each parent would take a child and do something; an impromptu date. I took my six year old daughter, Maggey, out for breakfast and then just drove.  She kept asking me where we were going, and I really didn’t know.  I just picked a direction.  As we were cruising along a familiar route I spotted an estate sale s...