My brave little boy

Payton one day I’ll have a story to tell you, since you are too young to understand, to know. It’s about a brave little boy I know. A brave little boy, that had a nephrectomy and a port surgically placed into his chest (twice). It’s about a brave little boy that went through radiation and chemotherapy that slowly took his identity away. It’s about a brave little boy that spent extended time in the hospital, hooked up to a pole. This is about a brave little boy that spent his 2nd year of life fighting a horrible battle. That brave little boy, Payton, is you. You fought cancer, my little one. We fought this together and I am so proud of you. Because of your braveness, you made me strong when I was weak. Payton I hope that one day you can look back and know that through all this you were so brave, and because of this, you will be able to derive the strength to overcome anything that you might be faced with in your life. What courage you have shown your family, my brave little boy. We are so proud of you. Payton you have such a special place in our hearts and I hope that you will always know, how much we love you and how much you mean to us, my brave little boy. You have taught and shown me by example how to be a better, stronger person and how we should act in our lives. Little guy, you are my hero, thank you for being so brave and for teaching what I need to know.
This is the long hallway that we used to have to walk when we’d have appointments. Sometimes we’d pace this hallway back and forth when we were anxious or when you were sick while we waited. Sometime we’d eat breakfast or lunch there, if they were slow and you were starving. Sometimes when you were feeling good, we’d race down the hall or I’d even give you piggyback rides, until I was too tired. If this hallway could speak it would have a story to tell.
Here is the waiting room that we would sit in, sometimes for hours. I’ll never forget being in this room after your first ultra sound and waiting for a consultation with Dr. Bowman whom would be your oncologist. A lot of hours and tears were shed in this room; while I would watch you play.
Here was the desk that we’d check-in and out of. All the ladies that sat here, were so sympathetic and could tell when you weren’t feeling well, they would come and give you a hug. When you were done with your procedures for the day, you would blow them kisses.
Here is the room that we would sit in for hours. The room, which you had your port accessed in, and where you received nasty chemo and transfusions. This is the room that you would tell the nurses and doctors to go to the "naughty spot" and scream for them not to hug your leg. This is the room that you would play in when you were feeling good or that I would hold you and rock you to sleep when you were sick. Oh, my brave little boy, how I love you so.