It is still hard to believe that my little man, at the age of ten, was diagnosed with cancer. I had fears of him being in the wrong place at the wrong time as a car sped down the street. Or maybe later in his years being arrested with a wee baggie of dope in his pocket and crossing the very unforgiving US cops. But not cancer.
Here he is shortly before diagnosis with Zoltar from the movie 'Big". I am not superstitious in any which way shape or form, but the fortune Scott received was eerie. We shrugged it off and walked away. Still, it is hard to look at this photograph and not feel a cold shiver run down my spine.