Gosh, thank you for all your support. I am a little overwhelmed, to say the least.
I'll keep this brief as I need some sleep and have been on the phone to family and friends all evening. I'm emotionally wrung out.
The Doctors have yet to confirm 100% (although they can't see any other alternatives) but they believe DS has neuroblastoma. They have described this to us as a particularly nasty cancer in which many cases aren't treatable.
However, they have said there is still some hope and we are desperately clutching on to that. We should know by the start of next week what we are dealing with.
DS suddenly looks so small and diminished.
But we have to believe it will turn out to be treatable. It will be. And if DS is given the opportunity to fight it, I know he will give it everything he has got.
We are utterly and completely devastated.
The primary tumour is on DS's adrenal glands (and it's not small, either), with 2 secondary tumours behind his eyes. He has complained of stomach pains for as long as I can remember, although they were diagnosed as non-specific food intolerances. I feel physically sick at the thought that this has been growing inside him all that time and I hadn't protected him.
I feel terrible that only this weekend, i told him off, or shouted at him because he was dawdling. Didn't show him enough love. Did the washing up instead of playing with him. Why have I wasted all these precious seconds?
I just want to scoop his little body in to my arms and protect him. Tell him that Mummy can make it all better with a kiss.
I feel so completely broken. How the hell can I be strong for him when I can't even be strong for myself, DD and DH?