10/17/2009
by Michael Wells I have been up since 3:30 can’t sleep with all the people coming and going in and out of Brady’s room. Well it’s Saturday morning and I’m sitting in my son Brady’s hospital room after a lovely night of sleep on the rack. This is the time of day I love the most; Brady is sleeping away on his stomach with his butt stuck up in the air, it’s just adorable to see. It’s been challenging for him to get any sleep; the poor kid would fall asleep and roll over and the damn pumps he’s hooked up to start beeping and beeping. What a freak’n nightmare. Anyway, as I was saying it’s Saturday and my son is on the mend! I am ecstatic with joy. Sherrie and I really thought we were going to lose our baby. He was and I guess still is so, so sick. It’s very difficult for me to accept the fact that Brady my Baby Bear has cancer. I have been asked several times if I am going to cut Brady’s hair before it starts to fall out and my answer is a flat out NO! I will not give this shitty disease one inch of assistance; if it wants my baby’s hair it’s going to have to take all by itself. I hate the thought of him losing his beautiful blond curls; it just breaks my heart. You know, as much as I bitch about this hospital I must say the nurses, doctors, and support staff are just outstanding. Last night the nurse (Isabell) tells me not to get up during the night that she will change Brady’s diaper and handle “things”. Nice lady and very good nurse. The Bear is starting to stir I guess he’s wants to eat, so until next time keep Brady in your thoughts…“8 Years Later—Still No Cure for Pediatric Cancer” is a series of posts revisiting the journal kept by Sherrie and Michael Wells during the cancer diagnosis and treatment of their son, Brady Michael. Hopefully these entires will provide an understanding of the journey families face when dealing with these horrific diseases and of the important work the Hugs for Brady Foundation does.