Worth the fight

FORT WAYNE, INDIANA - When he finally arrived, both he and I were so sick we couldn’t stay with each other. He went off to the neo-natal intensive care unit and I stayed alone in the maternity ward. Neither of us had hair, neither of us had immune systems that were worth much, neither of us had very much energy. We had gone through months and months of chemotherapy, scans, surgeries, pokes and prods that seemed to never end. I am here today, dear friends, to tell you that every moment – every single one – was worth the fight. Happy 4th birthday, sweet little warrior! Love, Mommy.