The Weight of the Wagon
The doctor pulled up a stool and sat directly in front of me. He looked at me and plainly stated, "We think your son has leukemia." And though we were at our local doctor's office and not yet at Riley, that is when our Riley journey began. Until that day I knew two things about Riley Hospital for Children. One, it was in Indianapolis and two, it had a cute wagon logo with two happy, bobbing heads.
Now I'm the mommy of a childhood cancer survivor. I know an awful lot about the care given at Riley. With over three years of chemo for my son, it has been a journey indeed. I remember the first time I looked back at my sick toddler son while pulling him in the little red Riley wagon. The wagon felt so heavy. The burden was almost more than I could bear. But thankfully I didn't have to pull the weight of the wagon alone. For me, faith, family and friends came alongside and helped share the burden and pull the weight. I couldn't have done without them. The wagon felt so heavy... but I didn't have to pull it alone.
If you are a parent of a child who sometimes rides in a little red Riley wagon, I hope you also are able to reach out to others who can help you pull the weight.
Before our Riley journey began I only knew two things about Riley. Now I know so much more. And I'm so grateful for a great hospital, a great God, and family and friends who helped me bear the weight of the wagon.
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