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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required "Each experience is locked within my heart and only I hold the key..." There was a time when Jess was young, that we thought we were going to lose him. It all started with recurring headaches he would have. These headaches became more frequent and intense over a few months. Next, tremors on one side joined the headaches. Countless trips to the Doctor and days of having to leave work to go to his side at school to help him through the episodes. I blew a gasket. I demanded a CAT scan. I think that the only reason that the Doctor agreed, was to shut me up. But I knew in my gut, that these were not migraines as diagnosed. The day of the CAT scan came. I sat in an area that allowed me to see my son and hear the technicians. At first, the techs were very chatty among themselves. Then, stark silence. As if a tomb door had been shut. Then the words that still haunt me were said..."Oh shit" on of the technicians whispered. I closed my eyes and felt my heart cry out in its pain. I sat in the Doctors office, waiting for him to come and tell me my son was fine. That there was an error in the reading of the scan. He entered with his nurse, who was carrying a box of tissues and cup of water. "Your son has an arachnoid cyst. The left temporal lobe of his brain is not there. In its place is a fluid filled sack. The pressure of the filling fluid is causing all the symptoms. He will need to undergo brain surgery." I sat there....numb. All I recall hearing are the words...Brain surgery. The day of the surgery came. His younger brother was with me in the waiting room. Too young to understand the gravity of the situation. All he knew was that his brother was very sick. Now, I want to take you to our sons Hospital room, post surgery. There he was, lying in the big bed. White as the sheet that covered his small body up to his chest. His head wrapped in bandages. Tubes and wires everywhere. As our son was waking up, his first words were "Where is my brother?" Mike flew to the side of his bed and grabbed his hand. "I'm right here!" he said. Very weakly, Jess was able to say "I love you Mike." Mike in turn said, "I love you Jess." My tears that had never flowed through the whole ordeal finally came. Not out of fear, but for the love that our sons had for one another. Paula Swanson 8/20/2011 For the A Fragment Of Life contest sponsored by Constance La France Placement:3rd
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