The heartbreaking news

So, there we were sitting at Sick Kids eye clinic, waiting to see the doctor with racing minds. During the initial exam the doctor was apprehensive to say too much, the silence could have been sliced with a knife at that point. Ultrasounds and hours later, we were slapped with the excruciating news from the oncologist, “your son is visually impaired in both eyes”. His carefree, unempathetic demeaner was less than desirable and the limited answers we received saturated the room with hopelessness. How is this happening to our baby? Why is this happening? We would give him all we had in that very moment, we begged and pleaded for this to be a nightmare we could wake up from. As the days meshed into the next and our eyes opened, we realized, this nightmare was our reality. It was more apparent than ever that our son was blind. The emotions that were scrambled in our soul was enough to send anyone to their knees and that’s exactly what they did. There were no words that would accurately describe the pain we felt as parents, it was almost as if we had failed him in some shape or form. Although we knew there was no way we could have known or impede on what was meant to be, it didn’t stop us from looking at our son with such sadness as we softly and repeatedly apologized. All joy in this very moment was ripped away from us when we were told he may see light and shapes, but vision restoration is very rare as success could not be measured in these circumstances. We felt gutted like fish.