I thanked God every night for my three boys - 3 beautiful, happy and healthy boys; then on December 9, 2011, at 4:45, my world collapsed - my 17-year-old son, a young man with his whole life in front of him, an athlete, an artist, a scholar, and a wonderful human being was diagnosed with a Grade 2 diffuse Astrocytoma - a brain tumor in the language center of the brain. I was devastated, Bobby was hopeful, I could barely breathe, Bobby continued planning for his future, I asked "Why him", Bobby said, "I wouldn't wish this on anyone - so why not me". The diagnosis was followed by 2 surgeries and radiation - Bobby defied the odds, graduated high school, college and graduate school. But six and half years after that initial devastating diagnosis, we found out the brain tumor progressed to Grade 3, Anaplastic Astrocytoma - brain cancer. As a mother, I live my life worrying about tomorrow, Bobby lives his life for today, I spend my time researching new treatment options, Bobby spends his time helping those with mental illness as a mental health counselor - so they can have a better tomorrow. Bobby believes in living life to the fullest, being mindful of the present, and enjoying every moment no matter how big or small. Bobby has taught me so much about life, not because he is a cancer patient/fighter but because he is Bobby - a young man who will make a difference in this world, a young man who believes that Hope Brings Strength and a young man who believes life is too short to worry about things you can't control.
We CANNOT let cancer continue to impact our sons or our daughters, our brothers or our sisters, our spouses or our parents - we MUST find a CURE!