An MRI and a different perspective

When Jaxson was about 3 or 4 weeks old, we had an MRI set up for him so that they could be able to tell if everything was going well with his brain. They wanted to make sure that the problems with his eyes did not have anything to do with his brain.  We made our appointment and made our way to Walter Reed Army Hospital early in the morning and full of nerves. They had told me prior to the appointment that since he was so small that they could not sedate him and that I would need to be able to get him to sleep through the MRI.... He would need to sleep while it was going on around him. I was so nervous, nervous that he would wake up, nervous that he would not want to sleep at all. If he were to wake up, we would have to start all over again. As we arrived to the hospital, we were taken up to the floor and the section where we would wait to be taken down with Jaxson so that he could have his MRI. We were taken up to the room and I immediately noticed something, this room was filled with children. Very sick little children. They had taken us to the Pediatric Cancer Wing. As I looked around, my heart just broke for all of these sick kids. Some were almost as little as Jaxson.

I immediately thought, things could be worse. Yes, my son has some special needs, but they fixed and helped with therapy. My perspective changed, these children are fighting for their lives and those were some of the bravest children I had ever seen or met. My heart broke for them, because some of them were too young to even understand what was going on. I still think about that expeiernce almost three years later and I hope those children are still here with us. I pray every day that they are. We have faced some difficult times in our little family and I am sure there are more to come, but we have each other and we have hope. Miracles can happen.

They took Jaxson down to the MRI, in his little white scrubs. Ill never forget the nurse taken him from me, he was asleep and putting him in the MRI machine. He was so tiny while lying in that little machine. We sat there and waited and just watched and listen to the machine going on and off. The tears running down my cheeks and praying that everything would be okay for my little man. Once we were able to leave, we got a call from one of Jaxson's doctors, his MRI seemed great and nothing was wrong with his brain. I was so thankful. Next Step: Surgery