Thrown Into a New WorldI used to live, what many would call, a normal life with 2 healthy sons and working full time as an information technology consultant. Six years ago, that life changed dramatically from 1 day to the next, when my youngest son, then aged 7 years, went from being an active boy to becoming totally paralyzed from his chest down. One Saturday evening, he started complaining of back pain. His right leg became numb and did not "wake-up" when my husband and I asked him to walk around the room. We went to the hospital and after a couple of hours in the emergency room, the staff told us to stay the night. The next morning, my son could no longer move his leg or empty his bladder. We panicked. Then everything happened very fast. After a magnetic resonance imaging examination, a neurologist told us our son had a cavernoma, a vascular malformation, in his spinal cord at the C4-6 level. He was moved to the intensive care unit and was surrounded by staff putting needles in him and connecting devices to him.My son was now completely paralyzed from his chest down and he could not feel or move anything below that level. He could not move his hands and had a hard time breathing. My husband and I struggled to figure out how to relieve his pain and fear. When the doctors told us that our son had a cavernoma, we thought he could be treated and cured. Three days later, we were taken to a room full of doctors and told our son had a permanent spinal cord injury (SCI) and that his legs would never support him again. I asked about his hands but got no reply. I remember how my legs started to shake uncontrollably trying to understand what all the people in the room were saying and what that meant for my son's life. I left that meeting feeling as if I was falling into a big black hole. I remember repeating a mantra in my head. "I must eat so I can be there for my son." "I must sleep/get dressed so I can be there for my son." "To be there for my son"-was the only thing that mattered.