Today, May 3, 2018, my son Matt starts a new job.
He’s 31 and has been on his own for awhile, so it may not sound like a big deal, but it is.
It’s a big deal because there were times when my husband Michael and I didn’t know what to expect of our son’s future. You think that way when your child has a brain tumor.
After Matt was diagnosed at age 11 with a pylocytic astrocytoma, we were told he would “bounce back.” Those were the exact words of the neurosurgeon on the morning an MRI answered a question that had dogged us for three years: “What’s wrong with Matt?
The neurosurgeon said that kids with these types of tumors “bounce back.” And we read stories of kids who did indeed bounce back, rather quickly, and seemingly effortlessly.
But Matt didn’t bounce back. His tumor had gone undiagnosed for too long, and the resulting hydrocephalus was severe. We all had a long road ahead of us, still.
Jumping ahead 20 years, and today, Matt starts a really good job, with benefits and retirement and purpose.
It’s a big deal and I couldn’t be prouder.