A year out from normal

This is the night before We took Charlie into the doctor's office with what we thought was a broken ankle. I remember laying in bed and doubting myself for insisting on taking him back in after he still refused to walk days after the cast was removed. People kept telling me to give it more time, that he was a stubborn toddler and he would come around and walk again when the attention died down. I just knew it was something... That night I didn't sleep very well, could have been the fact I was huge and pregnant, but I think I was subconsciously preparing for what was about to unfold. When Shelly, the orthopedic doc, broke the news I was upset, but not shocked, more numb and at the same time less uncertain. Now we had a path, a cause to his pain, a real reason. And true enough here we are a year later after that fateful night. Yes, we have alot to deal with, but Charlie is so much better off. He runs, walks, hops and plays. He is surviving Cancer..... and so are we.