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The morning of the surgery, we had to be at the hospital extremely early.  I remember feeling like I was losing any control I had.  They called him back to the prep area and gave him some silly juice (kind of knocks them out before they give him the anesthesia).  I didn’t want him to leave.  We were both so scared.  Finally, the medicine kicked in and he was nearly asleep.  They wheeled him back to the operating room and as the doors closed behind him, my stomach just sank.  The next few hours were nail biting, as we waiting anxiously for him to get out of surgery.



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The ride home was hard.  We were an hour away from the hospital, but it seemed like an eternity.  I really couldn’t tell you what the conversation was about.  I guess it was about the unknown or whatever people that experience something very traumatic talk about.  It was just a blur.


The next morning we headed back up to the hospital to meet with his new doctor.  The news wasn’t good.  After looking at the scan, he said he had Neuroblastoma and was a stage 4.  He told us to stay off the internet and he would schedule the surgery for a week out.  Again, crying, tears, head spinning, questions and no answers.  The whole time Mason was so positive.  He truly believed that God would protect him and he wasn’t worried.  He certainly was our faith champion.  We made phone calls to our parents, pastor and close friends and explained to our older son, Camron, what was happening to his little brother.