Cruz was 6 month old when we took him to his baby well check. He had been hitting all of his milestones nicely and was a very content baby. We figured we were just going in for shots but we ended up leaving the with an appointment for a ultrasound. His paediatrician had found a lump in his abdomen that she wanted checked. She told me that there could be a poop build up, because my son was known for infrequent bowel movements.
We went to the ultrasound and Cruz was giggly while the wand moved across his belly. The ultrasound tech was a really sweet young woman who made it a point to keep the appointment fun. Shortly after she started scanning him she excused herself and brought down the radiologist. The radiologist was very short with my sons movements and seemed over focused on her job. Her demeanor made me feel uncomfortable, I had a sinking feeling that we were not there simply because he needed a bowel movement. She told me that she found a large mass and called my son paediatrician.
We were in a facility that was only a few doors down from my son's doctors office and walked to meet back up with his paediatrician. My son and I were put into the procedure room and I paced the room with my son, waiting for someone to tell me what the heck was going on.
The doctor later entered the room and told me that she had made an appointment for Cruz with an oncologist for the following day.
The next day my son, my boyfriend, my mom and I arrived at the oncologists office one hour before the scheduled appointment. We needed something to do to try and fix it. When we finally met with the doctor I was overwhelmed. All of the questions were about my pregnancy... did you smoke drink do drugs? No no no. Did you have any problems carrying the pregnancy? no. The list went on and on. I felt like I was under fire, that I was the reason there was something wrong with my son.
We were scheduled for a CT exam and following the results, we were led into a room where the doctor could tell us the news. Our son had cancer. The doctor showed us the CT scan and I was shocked at the size of the tumor. It covered his entire abdomen. All of his internal organs had been shoved to the sides of his body.
We then had a multitude of tests. Ecco ekg MIBG CT MRI and a tumor biopsy. My poor baby went through so much in so little time. After a few days of recovery, Cruz had his first round of chemo. Eight rounds later Cruz was on the road to recovery. He still has a small part of tumor that was not knocked out with chemo. He is now a happy, healthy little boy. We go in semi annually for MIBG scans and CT scans.
There is ALWAYS a fear of relapse, something many people don't understand, but he is doing well for the time being and I am so thankful for every day that I am blessed with my son.
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