Angus was diagnosed with cancer as a tiny baby. He was amazingly brave throughout his chemotherapy and radiotherapy, but sadly the treatment was not enough. Here, his mum Eileen tells his story...
Our beautiful son was born on March 21 2005. Our first baby. A joyous, miraculous beauty. A shock to the system, in the way that only a first baby can be. We were parents of a gorgeous little boy who arrived like a superhero and changed everything. We called him Angus. We were so happy, we didn't know how happy we were until everything began to unravel.
His left eye, which didn't seem to be quite working properly, began to suggest an infection. He certainly couldn't open his eye and subsequent treatment with iv antibiotics seemed the right course of action. By the time we left hospital to go home for the first time, a week after he was born, we had already felt, and thought we understood, the terrifying invasiveness of medical procedures administered to your tiny new baby. Little did we know.
The following days and weeks were both totally normal and completely surreal. Normal new baby struggles and sleeplessness combined with nagging suspicions that all was not well with Angus's left eye. Doctors' appointments, referrals, surgery, awful times interspersed with ordinary beautiful moments. New Daddy with his little son in his arms, both asleep. Getting the hang of breastfeeding. First smiles.
By the time he was six and a half weeks old, our amazing little boy was diagnosed with alveolar rhabdomyosarcoma of the left orbit. A massive visible tumour, completely occluding his left eye. We could almost see it growing in front of our eyes.
So, his treatment began. Barbaric and invasive. Biopsies, multiple scans, chemotherapy, surgeries, more chemotherapy. We tried to live a normal life, like the doctors and nurses told us, but it was very hard to know what that should be. We were such new parents. Throughout all these tough times, Angus amazed us and everyone around him. He grew, he hit all his developmental milestones, laughing, smiling, talking, walking. Sitting, standing, rolling over, holding up his head, weaning, pulling up, cruising round the furniture, commando crawling, smiling, smiling, feeding, smiling, feeding, making us all ache with love for this boy.