17 years ago at 11:11a I met the most important human being in my life, my son. Today is a celebration of the 17 years that taught me how to love another human being more than life itself. My son is my world, my life, and my inspiration to survive. I want nothing more than to be there to watch him graduate and pursue his goals in life. I am his biggest fan.
I remember when I was first diagnosed with cancer. I was told that I had about three years to live if I didn't find a bone marrow match. That first year I remember singing “Happy Birthday” to J at his 7th birthday and then crying behind closed doors as my heart wept at the thought of having only a couple more "Happy Birthdays" with him. Those valleys were the moments that brought me to my knees in prayer, yet allowed me to realize what is truly important in life. These things are not gift wrapped or purchased, but they are felt, cherished and treasured. My son has given me the most prized possession I have in life, unconditional love and pure joy. I fight for him. I survive for him. I love him.
Happy Birthday, Birdman…