Hello. My name is Nicole. It is so incredibly hard writing this. My 14 year old son was diagnosed with localized Osteosarcoma last October in 2022. Since then Tyson has had an incredibly hard battle. So many rounds of chemotherapy and surgery to resect his tumor in his tibia. His cancer spread to his lungs in April 2023 where then he had to have lung surgery. Tyson was stable until December when we found out he had relapsed not only back to his lungs but also a new tumor in his knee and the soft tissue around his glute area. Because of how fast his cancer has spread we are unfortunately unable to cure him. We are now having to bring hospice on board and are not sure how long left he has to live. It could be weeks maybe a few months. Tyson has 3 other siblings ages 12-1 years old.

Throughout Tyson’s cancer journey I’ve said “this is the hardest day of my life” so many times. Well, four days ago was the hardest day of my life. Sitting in a conference room with the doctors that have been there since day one caring for your child and a new member, palliative care. It was very surreal. I felt like I wasn’t there in some way. Listening to your child’s doctors finally say that yes, your child is going to die just shattered my heart. I learned that his cancer has a high probability of spreading to his spine and brain. I wanted to throw up. Having to talk about how hospice is going to work was so hard. Being told that because of his condition of his lungs that if his heart were to stop they would advise me to not have him resuscitated. That it would cause him extreme pain and it would do more harm than good. I don’t know how any parent is supposed to prepare hearing the things I heard. Then we had to tell Tyson that he was going to die. That is another hell I don’t ever wish upon any parent. To see him cry and be so scared just crushed my entire being. I can’t fix this. I can’t take his place. He asked when he will die. We had to be honest and say it could be weeks, maybe a few months but we don’t know an exact time. That scared him. My poor baby. No child deserves to go through this. As an adult I don’t know how I’d face knowing I was going to die. My heart just hurts. Everything hurts. My soul just wants to go with him. I have no idea how I’m going to do this. I am so scared to have to watch him die. But I will. I was there for his first breath and I will be there for his last one. ️

I have had to recently stop working once again as my priority is being his main caregiver as well as make sure I’m there for every moment I have with him. We are also starting the process of funeral arrangements to not have that be something we have to worry about as we grieve the loss of our son in the near future. I made this go fund me as I have been so fortunately blessed to have people that wanted to help in this area of our lives. I know after his passing it will be a process for me to mourn him and want to have the ability to do so. Hoping that I can raise funds to cover our monthly bills for a period of time as well as his funeral, cremation and celebration of life. Also while he’s here to make last minute wishes come true for him. I thank you for taking the time to read this. I appreciate the outpouring of love from my family, friends, strangers and community. Even having to go through the hardest thing a parent will ever have to endure I am in awe of how amazing people can be. God bless you all. Thank you.