August 29, 2009, is a date that will forever be burned into my mind. In some ways, it still seems like it was yesterday that my healthy thirteen year-old son almost slipped away into death. It was a day that, up to this point, marks the defining event and dominating circumstance of my last decade. I have been reading my posts and blogs about Brad’s battle with leukemia (and the complications it caused) from the past eight years. I can still feel the horror of helplessly watching Brad’s unrecognizable body teeter between life and death. I remember the joy of progress and the despair at setbacks as Brad improved and digressed.