I can remember it as though it was yesterday, I was in the delivery room at NYU Hospital and my son having just been born, was placed on my shoulder. From the corner of my eye, I could see him but something was wrong. There was blood pouring from his one eye, and doctors whisked him away, in a matter of moments. What happened over the next eight days would ultimately end with my son being placed in an infant sized container, and conveyed into a Magnetic Resonance Imaging machine. The results of the MRI would indicate that my son had suffered damage to his brain, and that damage was permanent. The extent of his injuries would not be known for years to come, but the pediatric neurologist assured me that my son would not be getting into Yale or Harvard. Those were his very words, and in all likelihood my son would not be getting in to New York University either. Those schools are reserved for students who excel in school, and it was doubtful that my son would be able to do that, because the residual affects of his injury.  In all likelihood the damage to his brain would likely result in a learning disability that might impact his academic ability.

So today, I interviewed a young man of just 21 years old, and I listened to his mom describe how she painstakingly waited for the results of the MRI, and then additional waiting after her son had surgery at Mass General to remove a tumor on his brain. I will write more soon, about Sam’s story, and the family’s respect and gratitude for the doctors at Mass General, the family at New York University and support from around the world.  For now, I’m just thinking and sometimes when I write, I need to think first ….

I will write up my interview with Sam soon … for now it’s just a blank sheet of paper as I am absorbing all that I learned about what this family has gone through this past month.  My heart goes out to them, and I am so very glad Sam’s going to be okay ….