This is a story of a fit and healthy 11 year old boy. He was robbed of his life by a monster. A DIPG brain tumour. He didn’t get to do all the things I took for granted that he would do – finish primary school, go to high school, find love, get married, have children and lead a happy life surrounded by those that love him.
Ryan was just like any other 11 year old. He loved playing sport. He was very active. He had a cheeky smile and the most amazing blue eyes. In short he loved life. In June 2008, he started to feel unwell. Nothing that seemed major to us at that time. He got nauseous a few times in one week. It was like he had a bit of a stomach bug. I took him to the doctor but was told there was nothing to worry about. The second week this continued to happen. He didn’t get any worse, wasn’t sick every day, just randomly every couple of days. I took him back to the doctor and told the doctor that I thought we needed to see a specialist. My intuition was telling me that there was something more to this. The specialist sent him for tests and we were told that Ryan had a brain tumour. Our world was about to fall apart. We were told to pack our bags and that we were to be in Brisbane the next day to see more doctors.