Surgery

We sip our coffee and wait. We've done this twice before which, I guess, makes us old pros. We sit amongst waiting parents, family, friends and I ache for some of them. I can tell the ones that are here for more serious surgeries... or maybe its the newbies I'm noticing. They're the pacers and the fidgeters and the ones that won't settle down for more than a minute at a time. A stark contrast to the sleepers and the readers.

This surgery feels monumental. A rite of passage, in a sense, to more outpatient treatment and less aggressive chemotherapy. 

This boy has been through hell and back and this day, Lord willing, is a new beginning of sorts...