I have heard my whole life, mostly from the women in my family who had been through tragedy, that God will never give you more than you can handle. This statement never meant much to me, until recently. For months, I knew something was wrong. Terribly wrong. I can't really describe it, just a strong feeling. A mother's intuition, maybe. It was a feeling that I just could not shake and it sat with me, day and night. The day that my son walked into the kitchen, all of my questions were answered though. I knew in that moment that God had taken the time to prepare a mom for the news that was about to be revealed. I knew the moment that I saw that small knot on my son's face. I just knew and my heart hurt. I tried to deny it at first. Never telling anyone my thoughts. As if not saying it out loud would make it not real, make it go away. But the feeling stuck with me. I prayed that I was wrong but I just knew. We spent the next few months going to several doctors. I held onto every diagnosis. A sinus infection. An impacted wisdom tooth. But, nothing helped. Nothing was making it go away. That bump still stared at me, day and night. I prayed hard for it not to be true but I knew. I could feel it in my heart. The first scan revealed a soft tissue mass, spanning from his left temple, under his eye and across his cheek, making it's way into the back of his sinus cavity. It was the first time that I heard my son's name and cancer in the same sentence. 'Very suspicious of bone cancer', she said. 'Osteosarcoma, maybe. We recommend taking him to an oncologist'. I remember it being a very long weekend, waiting for that doctor's office to open on Monday morning. I called several times and hung up as soon as I heard, 'Dallas Oncology'. But I kept calling back until I could speak to the lady who answered the phone. The next ten days were spent at Children's and are a blur of scans, tests, and surgeries. We held onto hope that it was not malignant. Please be benign, I prayed. But on the tenth day, we finally had a diagnosis for our son. Localized Ewing's Sarcoma. Bone cancer. I probably would not have been able to handle this news if it weren't for Alex. He sat in silence momentarily after being told. Then asked only one question. The one question that we all wanted to know the answer to but did not have the courage to ask. 'Can you get rid of it or am I going to die?' Dr. Katy amazed me and because of her response, I knew that she was the best choice for my son's treatment. I just knew. I could feel it in my heart. 'Alex, I am an Oncologist. I get rid of cancer. I can't say when someone will die, that's not my call. But I can tell you that you will not die from cancer. Not on my watch. With your faith and my knowledge, I can tell you that we will beat this.' And with this response, Team Alex was born. As Alex left the room that day, he stopped, put his arms around Dr. Katy, Dr. Leavey, and Micah and pulled them into a huddle. He said to them, 'From this moment forward, we are Team Alex'. We've got this'. I knew in that moment, as I witnessed my son in a huddle with his doctors, that we would all be fine. I think it was the first time in weeks that we all smiled. Stay Strong. Team Alex. With God leading the way.