My first day of cancer with my son. For a few weeks I had this odd gut feeling that something was not right. My son had been sick on and off and he also had lots of tiny bruises and petechiae. I had taken him to the doctor multiple times and finally demanded some blood work. I remember taking a selfie with my son, when we were in the parking garage. I just had this urge to take the photo. Almost like I could feel that our lives were about to change. And a few hours later, they did. The doctor called me and said I needed to go home (we were out at my daughter’s PT session), and said to pack a bag for my son and myself. I remember her asking me where I was and if I had anyone with me. I did. All three of my kids. We were waiting in the car for PT to end and I opened my door and stepped out into the parking lot. I didn’t want to answer the call in the car. My oldest said she thought someone had died because of how upset I was. I was honest from the beginning with them. A few hours later we were in the ER waiting to find out what came next. My son got admitted and (what seemed like) a team of 10 doctors filled our room. Your son has leukemia. Those words echoed in that tiny hospital room. So many firsts on that first day.