St. Judes, Don't be sad...
Midnight. April the third 1991. Is a day I will never forget. My mother woke me up as we crossed the Mississippi River Bridge, right before we crossed over into Memphis Tennessee. I remember it because the sky was pitch black as I looked out the passenger side window of my dad's Chevy Blazer and saw only the blinding lights that adorned the Steel curves above the bridge. Me, my mother and my dad were on our way to Saint Judes Children Research Hospital. It was two days prior I was in surgery at Summit Regional Hospitals in Van Buren , Arkansas having a biopsy of my right knee. The result of that surgery would change my life forever. My parents were informed it was a malignant cancer. April Fool's! Or so it felt like. The events after that were surreal and fast coming. From the moment we were informed, my father loaded up the family truck and we high tailed it to Memphis. My dad had asked my doctor if it was his child where would he send him to and he replied St. J