I've heard it said before that cancer is a disease that touches everyone. While I can say that I knew people who had battled cancer, the closest it ever really came to me was an aunt who I didn't know very well. To say that it wasn't very real to me is probably pretty accurate.
Well, that all changed two nights ago when we were told our middle son had developed leukemia. Doesn't get much more real than that, unfortunately.
I won't go too deep into the emotional roller coaster we've been on for the past two days -- you can read all about that at our blog for Trystian -- but I will let you know that the type of leukemia he appears to have is very treatable and and the cure rate is better than 90 percent. While the number "100" would feel a lot better, the math guy inside me knows that 90 percent is really, really high when you're talking probabilities. We're very grateful for that, as we know we're going to meet people along the way whose prognosis isn't nearly as good.
As time goes by, I might think up ways for this community to support the cause. But for now, prayers are sufficient.
I don't want this to take over CougCenter, so while this thread is a good place to leave questions and well wishes today, hit me up on Twitter, Facebook, email or over at Trystian's Story in subsequent days.
Lastly, if you're feeling bad, or sad, or whatever, don't feel like you have to. Like his father, Trystian is incredibly stubborn and is going to lick this thing. And he's going to have one heck of a story when it's all over.