My son got a tumour in his head. It wasn’t in his brain, but it was near. I looked at my beautiful child with his dazzling eyes and his beautiful teeth, and I was so thankful that his tumour could be treated without any cuts to his precious face.
The tumour was hiding in his sinus cavity. There was so much space for it to grow, without us even knowing it was there. The only cure was chemotherapy and radiotherapy. They did the job well, and the monster Rhabdomyosarcoma was dealt with. It became scar tissue. No active disease. Remission.
But radiotherapy held a very dark secret. While doing it’s best work on the tumour, it had also damaged the growing bones in his jaw. Cancer came back. It was wearing a different cloak this time. It had a different name. It was Osteosarcoma. There was no option but to attack with chemotherapy again. We also had a new weapon, and he held a scalpel.
My child’s face was cut. The very thing I’d given thanks for was cruelly taken away. It’s not so bad, I told myself. There may be many scars, but the cancer has gone. I can still look at that beautiful face, and I am grateful for that surgeon for saving my son’s life.
The blessing was short lived. A few years on and the cancer is in his blood. There is no tumour this time. No surgeon to wave a magic knife. We have chemo of course, but after so much chemo already, it’s taking it’s toll. Sadly chemo can be the cause as well as the cure. My son’s bone marrow, damaged by chemotherapy, is feeding Leukaemia cells into his blood stream and WE HAVE TO MAKE THEM STOP!!!
My fear is … unspeakable.
We need more people to join the stem cell register, to give Steven, and others like him, the best chance of being cured.
We have to make this happen. We have to find a donor.
Thank you for your support!