11/19/2014
I was at my 20 week sonogram. We were having a boy! We saw his beautiful profile, counted 10 fingers, 10 toes and... a tumor. He had a type 3 CCAM, a lung tumor. "Abort,” the doctors told us. “He will have no quality of life."
I didn't listen and went through with the pregnancy. My son had his bris (circumcision) at 8 days old, and his lung removed at 7 weeks old.
"He will never run a marathon or play sports,” the doctors told us, “but he will be fine."
Flash forward a few years. We were in the park and some kids were playing baseball. He wanted to play. It was a hot day. A little voice in my head screamed "Let him try! Don't limit him!"
I let go of my fear that might have held my child back, and I watched as the boys showed him how to hold the bat. BAM! He hit the ball!
My son ran to second base. He was red in the face, coughing and out of breath, but managed to yell out to me. "I totally did it, Mommy!"
At this moment the joy I felt for my son cannot be described in words, I cried as I yelled back. "Yes! You did it, baby!" This is a moment I will never forget! It was in that moment that I realized he could do anything! I let go of my fear for him and he was able to fly.