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pajama · 09-11-2010, 08:13 AM

While I morn the loss of so many people. And the chaos that it has thrown this world in. 9/11/01 for our family is a celebration day. Why?

Nine years ago today, we were in Vanderbilt Childrens Hospital. The Boy had been diagnosed with a sizeable brain tumor the week before that had to be removed quickly. So he was scheduled for brain surgery on 9/11/01. We spent most of the morning in our pre-surgery room getting tested, proded, taught about surgery, etc, etc. When they finally rolled him away to surgery, that's when we finally turned the tv on to help distract us from our fear and pain.

As the tv came to life we were bombarded with pictures of dust and rubble, and the announcer talking about a tower in New York. We were like...WTF?!?! Then within seconds, the second tower collapsed. We looked on in shock, compounded by our delicate state already.

That was a crazy week for me. The Boy spent 4 days in ICU (a week total in the hospital), we celebrated his 6th birthday in ICU, and we found out about ALLLL the changes we would learn to live with over the years, and there was absolutely NOTHING on the tv to watch except the towers and the president.

So while I can sympasize with so many who lost loved ones. This mother was not one of them that day. And for that I continue to give thanks and celebrate this day as the day my baby was saved.

09-11-2010, 08:13 AM	#1
pajama Senior Member How Do You Identify?: Klingon Preferred Pronoun?: She Join Date: Nov 2009 Location: Just South of Nashvegas Baby Posts: 3,115 My Photo Gallery Thanks: 7,546 Thanked 7,476 Times in 1,808 Posts Rep Power: 21474855	My story is a little different.... While I morn the loss of so many people. And the chaos that it has thrown this world in. 9/11/01 for our family is a celebration day. Why? Nine years ago today, we were in Vanderbilt Childrens Hospital. The Boy had been diagnosed with a sizeable brain tumor the week before that had to be removed quickly. So he was scheduled for brain surgery on 9/11/01. We spent most of the morning in our pre-surgery room getting tested, proded, taught about surgery, etc, etc. When they finally rolled him away to surgery, that's when we finally turned the tv on to help distract us from our fear and pain. As the tv came to life we were bombarded with pictures of dust and rubble, and the announcer talking about a tower in New York. We were like...WTF?!?! Then within seconds, the second tower collapsed. We looked on in shock, compounded by our delicate state already. That was a crazy week for me. The Boy spent 4 days in ICU (a week total in the hospital), we celebrated his 6th birthday in ICU, and we found out about ALLLL the changes we would learn to live with over the years, and there was absolutely NOTHING on the tv to watch except the towers and the president. So while I can sympasize with so many who lost loved ones. This mother was not one of them that day. And for that I continue to give thanks and celebrate this day as the day my baby was saved.