I needed to write this story because it is a time in my life, my son's life, my families life that has changed us forever.
The fax michine prints, my keys jingle as I rush out the door of work I stuggle with the key for a moment and make my way to the car. As I thinking through the check list in my mind of, did I. Did I set the alarm, did I send all reports, all the while thinking I need to get home. My mom has called and say's Celli is not feeling well. I need to get home as soon as possible. I could hear the concern in her voice. I'm praying that it's nothing, he just needs a breathing treatment, he'll be fine. I'm clam, I'm clam just let me get there. I keep repeating these words to myself. I can hear my heart beat, da dum, da dum. I look up and pass the singnal lights just blinking red as I pass each intersection. Getting closer, almost there I'm telling myself as I turn on to my street. I pull in the drive way run to the door. My mom is waiting for me; I look past her and there is my son sitting in our lounge chair. His eyes looking at me with that look. It is a look you do not forget when you have a child who has a terminal illness. I desperately search my soul for strength and you move as quickly as you can becuase you do not know what storm you are about to approach.