Honored Kid

Lukas V.

Age 5
Lukas V. Kid Photo


Bolingbrook, IL, US


Acute lymphoblastic leukemia (ALL)

Date of Diagnosis

March 2019


In treatment

Treated At

Advocate Children's Hospital - Park Ridge

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My Story

       You hear it all the time, your life can change in an instant. For me and my family, that was the case. March 19, 2019 our world came to a screeching halt. It was the day our 22-month-old son, Lukas, was diagnosed with Acute Lymphoblastic Leukemia (ALL). Prior to this day and the moment a team of doctors uttered the words “Leukemia” to us, Lukas was a vivacious, giggly, smiley, happy and playful little man. He smiled non-stop and was filled with joy. I want to take you on a journey back to how we came to this point. This point of watching our child battle cancer. This point of when our world literally turned upside down. The calm before the storm        We noticed a shift in Lukas in the beginning of March. That’s how quickly he went from being a “normal” healthy boy to becoming a cancer patient. His attitude and behavior changed dramatically. He went from being happy to grumpy and angry. His smiles were few and far between. Every now and then the “old Lukas” would reappear and we’d get a glimpse of our silly boy, but those goofy moments started to happen less and less. We attributed this shift in his personality to the “terrible twos”. Along with the personality change, Lukas became a finicky eater. Our oldest son, Jakob, was picky at that age, so once again, we brushed the behavior change off. Throughout the next couple of weeks, Lukas often felt warm to me, had a runny rose and glassy eyes. He consistently had a low-grade fever, 99.3—not too high, right?! At this point, we assumed he was getting his molars. Clinging to support        As time went by, all Lukas wanted to do was cling to me and cuddle. Lukas has always been a Daddy’s boy and loves to sit with my husband, Jeff. He wanted me to hold him all the time, too. Not just a sit-on-my-lap-and-watch-TV kind of cuddle, but head-on-the-shoulder, holding-tightly, legs-wrapped-around-me kind of cuddle. I relished these moments with him since they were so far and few between. This should have been my cue that something more was going on—why would he want me when his Daddy is right here next to us? The week of March 11th, I remember playing with his belly and it looked bigger to me. I could tell it hurt him any time I touched it. I vividly remember telling my husband to look at Lukas while I touched his stomach to let him see the discomfort, he was in. He told me, “who likes their stomachs pushed on!” Something in my gut told me that that was not normal. The marks on his body that alarmed us        Friday, March 15th, I called my pediatrician to voice my concerns. Since he was still sleeping, peeing, and pooping normally, she wasn’t too worried. She told me to keep an eye on him over the weekend and come in on Monday to get looked at if he didn’t seem better. That night we went to my sister’s house. Lukas had glassy eyes and felt warm. We took his temperature and it was 101.9°. He had a few swollen glands behind his ears and one on the back of his head. It was that moment that I noticed strange marks on his body. They were on his torso and down by his diaper region. Barely noticeable. Why we owe it to our pediatrician for saving our son’s life        Monday, March 18th I took Lukas to the doctor since I was concerned about the red marks that showed up on his neck. The doctor took one look at them and asked me a few questions about how he has been acting. She suggested that he get some blood work that we would have back in a few days. Being the anxious person I am, I asked if we could go to the hospital and ask to expedite the results, so I could have answers faster. I kept asking the doctor if she thought it was cancer. She said that she doesn’t even say that word unless there is a reason to say it. The way she was talking to me made me feel like she was more concerned then she led on. Off we went to the hospital to get the blood work done.        Two hours later, the doctor called. The solemn hello let me know that something was not right. She explained that Lukas’s numbers were confusing. His platelets were 38, his hemoglobin was 10.3, and his white blood cells were 20.5. With a combination of the red spots, bloodwork numbers being off, and how he has been acting the last couple of weeks, she had consulted with the hematology department at the hospital. My heart dropped, my body went limp and all I could say back to her was, “you called hematology?! The cancer doctor?! My baby has cancer?! Does my baby have cancer?!” She told me that they were not sure yet, but signs were pointing in that direction. They wanted to run further tests to rule anything else out. She told me that he needed to be admitted immediately and his room was waiting for us. She couldn’t stop apologizing to me about how she had to call me to tell me this news.  The hospital stay that changed our lives        March 19th—9:45am. Jeff was on his way back to the hospital. I was all alone in the room with Lukas and my mom. Outside of his hospital room, you could hear several people talking. I knew they were going to be coming into our room for rounds. There were so many people, nine to be exact. I thought to myself, that was a ton of people to tell me he’s okay. Then, I started to realize they might be telling me the news that no parent should ever have to hear. I sat on the couch clutching Lukas to my body as the doctors walked into the room. I scanned the room and look at all the staff coming in our tiny hospital room. Looking at each person’s name tag – Chaplin, Child life Specialist, Social Worker, Oncology Doctor, etc.         At that moment, I knew my baby’s fate and asked if I could call my husband before they started talking to see how long it would take him to arrive. Jeff was still 20 minutes away and they couldn’t wait any longer. I was just trying to stall the inevitable. The doctor placed her hand on my thigh and said, “your son has leukemia.” All I could respond back was, “are you sure?” She proceeded to give me a hug and rub my back as I started to cry hysterically. All I kept saying is “my baby, my baby, my baby,” as I squeezed him as tightly as I could without dropping him from being so weak. I called Jeff and just screamed, I didn’t even have to say the words, he knew exactly why I was crying.        That day, Lukas received a bone marrow biopsy, and a spinal tap with chemo. In a matter of hours our lives went from care-free, to battling cancer. A cancer that involves at least 3.5 years of treatment.         Thank you for supporting me and the more than 300,000 kids worldwide who will be diagnosed with cancer this year. By sharing the gifts of your time, talent and money with the St. Baldrick’s Foundation, you're supporting research to give all kids with cancer a better chance for a cure.

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