Lori went back to her office to wrap up some office issues she had left to handle before our departure to sunny Florida. I couldn’t imagine what state of mind she was in after she left the hospital. My job now was to break this fabulous news to my parents and family. It was about a half hour drive to my their home in Fort Washington, PA. This setback would, of course, delay our departure but this news was too important to tell them over the phone. This development was going to rock their world in a terrible way. We have such a great, loving family and although no family is perfect…we were pretty tight. This news would test this to the limit.
I pulled in the driveway and hesitantly exited my car and walked in the door. They were waiting for me to arrive, no idea why, since my call to them was very vague. “I have Leukemia”, I told them. As I began to explain the diagnosis and treatment options, the pain I could see in their faces was causing me to cry and they began also as the reality of the situation sank in. This was just unbelievable. I had a great business, a wonderful wife, beautiful son and now only four months until the birth our second child. Why me? Never smoked, never drank, never did drugs Just bought a new house. What the F**#k?? Why??
We cried, we hugged, we spoke positive thoughts and we vowed to do everything in our power to win this unknown battle that I was about to face. We all were about to face. Back in the car, as I pulled away, my focus needed to center on getting on the road to Richmond, VA. This was our first stopover on the way to Disney. A seven hour ride that would turn out to be the hardest ride of my life. What was supposed to be such a joyous occasion today, became a vacation that could literally turn out to be the last ever with my family.
The car was loaded…the gas tank full….the emotions were intense and with complete innocence Nick said let’s go dad! The next seven hours I drove down I95 South with tears streaming down my face. The whole time staring in the rearview mirror at my beautiful baby boy. I was contemplating the worst thing I could ever imagine. Not seeing my kids grow up. Not being there for them …as babies…as little boys.. as teenagers and young men. What I would miss. What they would miss. My wife tried to soothe me and talk positively. As worried as I knew she was, she tried her best to calm me down.
We made it to the Fairfield Inn around seven and just dropped on the bed. Nick was out quickly. I never slept, I couldn’t. My mind was racing and I couldn’t take my eyes off of Nick and Lori as they slept. How would I protect them if I wasn’t here anymore. It was 11 pm. The end of a very, very, long day.
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