Hope, But Not False Hope
May, 1996 was a tough month. I was diagnosed with a GBM,and 2 weeks later, our son was born with Spina Bifida, which was not at all expected. It is 18 years later and last week's MRI was perfect and my son is getting ready to start college in the fall.I cherish each new day.
I wish I had known 18 years ago that hope, however small it may be, does exist. Yes, there is hope, but I don't want to offer false hope, as I did nothing that thousands of others haven't done to get this far.