What we thought was going to be an average Thursday two years ago, turned out to be the worst day of our lives.
In April 2016, our local GP referred my cheeky five-year-old son Hayden to the Children’s Hospital at Westmead. He was feeling unwell with persistent fevers, bruising and lethargy. The GP suspected a problem with his appendix, but what we didn’t know was this day was going to change our lives forever.
After a blood test in the Emergency Department, the doctor ushered Hayden and I into an isolation room and said barely above a whisper that they believed Hayden had leukaemia.
This was going to be confirmed the following day when the doctors were able to obtain a sample of his bone marrow under a general anaesthetic. As the doctor arrived following the operation, we followed her down the very long ward corridor knowing our worst fears were about to be realised.
Our beautiful son was diagnosed with Acute Lymphoblastic Leukaemia. My husband and I sat holding our breaths, listening to the doctor describe the cancer. Not even in our worst nightmare could we have imagined the extent of what our little boy was about to endure, in order to fight for his life.