- Name: Ryan
- Location: Athens, Ga, United States
Our son Ryan was diagnosed with stage 4 Neuroblastoma in 2004. In 2007, my wife Missy was diagnosed with stage 2 triple negative breast cancer. On July 8th, 2009, Missy lost her battle to this horrible disease. 2 days later, on July 10th, Ryan also lost his. Together forever, they both watch over our family now from the heavens above.
Below is our families journey through Ryan's treatments, along with the joy and laughter we tried to instill into our daily lives. Those days helped us all cope with the pain and suffering that comes with cancer and it's deadly treatments. Both Missy and Ryan endured high doses of chemo, radiation and surgeries. Over 150 nights spent in the hospital and many, many more days. More transfusions than I could count. Yet both Missy and Ryan took on each day with a positive attitude and warm smile for all their friends. We miss them terribly. They will always be a shining light in our lives.
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Wednesday, June 29, 2005
One year after Ryan's 1st Surgery
One year ago today was, for me, the worst day of all. We were so hopeful that Dr. Pitt would be able to completely remove Ryan's tumor, and that would be that. We received calls every half hour or so from the nurse in the operating room just to let us know that he was alright. Even though they had warned us that it wasn't likely, we were just not prepared to hear that he had removed only nearby lymph nodes that "looked involved". We are so thankful to our wonderful nurses and docs who cared for all of us over this past year and led us to where we are now. To have Children's Healthcare in our own backyard is unbelievable!! We are thankful, too, to our friends and family who have prayed so hard for Ryan and offered such tremendous support to our family. Tonight we are taking Ryan to the "peanut place" (Logan's Roadhouse) for something of a celebration with his Nanny and Granddaddy. I spoke briefly with him this morning about his first surgery, but he really doesn't like to talk about it. It is God's blessing that it is so easy to remember the funny things. My strongest memory, or at least what I allow myself to remember is Will asking to see where "they cut him open" and his answer was "Mom, will you tell him they didn't cut me open?" You gotta love kids!Thanks again to all, Les, Missy, Heidi, Will and SuperRyan