My sweet baby boy has cancer. Stage 4...neuroblastoma to be exact. Even just typing it out feels so surreal. I'm rereading the first sentence over and over and it feels the same as when we heard the confirmed outcome...this is just so hard to accept.
Beckham has cancer. My sweet little boy has cancer.
There is no denying it or fighting off that scary word as a possibility anymore. Cancer is now going to be a frequent word in my vocabulary.