I arrived home one early December evening in 2009 with a Christmas tree, hoping my 19 year old son Bryson wanted to help me decorate it. He had not been not feeling well for a long time, several months or so. I had taken him to many doctors over the past 6 months, he had lost 50 lbs and couldn’t eat for quite a while. In my “mothers gut” I knew something was wrong and had been for a long time.