I’m missing several photos for this week. Part of me is cringing over this and the other part is trying to justify it because I’m working or I just wasn’t feeling the prompts! I didn’t work my 4 ten-hour days since we had to be off on Friday for the holiday. So I’m confessing on here…this daily challenge can be too challenging for me at this time. So I am just sharing when I can at this point.
My oldest twin son, Jeremy was two days shy of turning 2 years old when he was diagnosed with Acute Lymphocytic Leukemia. I sat in the pediatrician’s office numb when he told me. My sweet little boy had cancer. Those first days, weeks and months were terrifying. Days upon days in the hospital for treatments, medicines that were supposed to make him sleep while undergoing painful tests didn’t work, the pain of being separated from my son Brandon, meeting so many other children with various forms of cancer in different parts of their tiny bodies.
The jubilation when we heard the words remission, the brutal agony when those words were later replaced by relapse. The only cure a bone marrow transplant and the blessing of a match with his fraternal twin brother and being told on my birthday – the best present ever.
Thank God that Brandon had the “good guys” to help Jeremy beat the “bad guys.”
Today, we are celebrating 19 years post-transplant and yes, I believe in miracles.
Since I’ve started this blog my younger son has been highlighted several times but his older twin brother not so much. As a mother of twins, I’m all about keeping it even.
Jeremy is very laid back. He’s got the most beautiful blue eyes you’ve ever seen. I love to see him smile but it’s rare to catch his smile on camera. He’s one of those kids whose mother has bugged the crap out of him to smile at the camera a lot in his life!
He works with his hands and his mind. He’s been like that ever since he was scooting along as a baby and he would stop and look under things to see how they were made. He’s a mechanic at a local Chevy dealership. I’m very proud of him for doing what he loves.
It’s funny that he never fails to call me when I’m cooking or eating dinner. He’s been so supportive by literally helping us move several times in the last few years. He loves action movies and video games, Camaros and Corvettes.
He has a sly sense of humor, great shoulders to hug and oh, he has such a big heart. I love this son of mine.