A dream I had…

I wrote this post on Feb 17, 2017, more or less 1 year after his cancer relapsed to his spinal cord and brain. It is hard to relive those memories but I think it is important to do so in order to appreciate how far we’ve come…

By the time I had written the post, we had been lucky enough to have enjoyed a trip to the ocean and Noah was with us, enjoying the sand which he had never seen before. It was a truly special time… Of course we were on high alert and worrying about the littlest things but in the end everything went very well (although he did have a UTI when we came back, but nothing we couldn’t handle).

When Noah was diagnosed with Cancer the second time I shared with Ivona a dream I had, on one of the (many) nights he spent in PICU while I slept in a nearby hotel: It was a dream of seeing our little boy playing on the sand in some sunny beach, happy, healthy, like any other little boy. I was standing behind him, watching him facing the ocean and digging in the sand, not a care in the world. I wished that dream would become reality, but that was so far from our reality that it was nothing but a dream…

In the dream Noah had no disability. He could walk, crawl, run. Although he is not quite there yet and has a long road to recovery I still was able to capture my dream in reality, in this picture, less than 1 year after his second diagnosis. Here he is, happy, enjoying the sun and the sand, not unlike the dream I had…


I love you my little guy, and I am happy I was able to make my dream come true…