This One is for You Scott (@ThisDaddys_Blog)


I wrote this blog post almost a year ago today. A lot of people’s lives changed that day when my friend Scott (@ThisDaddys_Blog) was diagnosed with a brain tumor that we would later find out to be Stage 4 Glioblastoma Multiforme. A year later and Scott’s doing pretty great – still healthy and alive as ever. This post has been sitting in my drafts for almost a year now and I figure today would be an appropriate day to finally publish it.

“Scott was rushed to the ER this afternoon after he was found unconscious in his office.”

I stared at my phone for what felt like an eternity and couldn’t move. This can’t be true is all I kept thinking to myself. I finally came to enough to ask his current condition. She then said, “They’re keeping him sedated. They found a brain tumor. I’m waiting to hear from Tracy after she talks to the doctor.”

This would be the point where I started shaking – got up – excused myself to my room and sat and called our mutual friend, Christopher. I barely remember the conversation. I know I told him what I had known so far and then just kind of hung up.

Thursday after work, I threw some random clothes and shoes into a bag and just got in the car and started driving. This drive felt like an eternity. I was talking on the phone, tweeting/Facebooking via the help of Siri and bluetooth, and praying like mad. The last two hours of the drive I did nothing but rotate from crying to praying (and sometimes both at the same time).

Minus a few stops for gas and food I drove from 5:00 PM to 2:00 AM and arrived at a hotel north of Atlanta where I could nap before I had to be at the hospital for his surgery that was originally scheduled for 7:00 AM.

I got to Kennesaw Hospital around 6:45 AM. I arrived in the ICU waiting room and sat gazing out the window. I was reliving flashbacks of the last time I sat in an ICU waiting room – the day Katy passed away. As I began to quietly lose it – one of Tracy’s family members walked in to greet me and sit with me until I could go back and see Scott and Tracy. I was able to keep it together and it served as a nice distraction.

After some waiting I was able to go back and see Scott and Tracy. The first time I saw Scott he was heavily sedated and had a breathing tube. I couldn’t bring myself to even really talk to him. It killed me to look at him in this state – considering the last time I saw Scott in person he was running around like a kid at Legoland in Atlanta. I prayed with all my heart that he would be ok and I wanted to believe it in my heart – but I’ll tell you that the last time I went through something like this things didn’t turn out so well and it left me doubting a bit.

Time passed and they started surgery. After we found out he was in surgery time began to pass at an alarming slow rate. Minutes felt like hours. I was tweeting updates to keep all of Scott’s twitter followers up to date on his progress and to keep my mind preoccupied.

Only about two or so hours into what was supposed to be a four hour surgery the phone rang. The surgeon wanted to talk to Tracy. So Scott’s parents and Tracy left to go meet with the surgeon. Again – these 20ish minutes they were gone felt like an eternity. We were all concerned – why did the surgery end so quickly? Was Scott ok? Was it worse than they thought?

When they came back and no one was utterly distraught it gave me hope that he was ok. They explained that they were able to remove the mass and that Scott was in recovery. They were going to attempt to remove his breathing tube and he should be back in his ICU room soon.

I can’t remember the last time I was that happy. It was like for the first time in over 24 hours I could take a full breath. My friend was alive and he’s made it through!

The phone rang again and it was the recovery nurse. Tracy talked to her and then started laughing – leaving all of us a bit confused. She hangs up and tell us that Scott sat up in the bed and looked at the nurse and said, “What the f*ck happened to me?” We all laughed so hard – Scott was back with us.

I was left alone in the waiting room while Scott’s parents and Tracy went back to see him. As I sat there I thanked God for hearing and answering my prayer (and the prayers of many others). I was lost in prayer when Scott’s parents came in to get me to take me back to see him.

“He’s in rare form” his mom said to me, “He’s not real happy that you drove down to be here.” I actually smiled because I would expect nothing less from the Scott that I know.

I come around the curtain and I’m greeted with, “What the hell man!”. I smiled and laughed. It was just so comforting to hear his voice. I spent the evening hanging out with Scott, Tracy and Scott’s parents (including going to dinner with his parents – they’re awesome people).

One of the most touching moments was when I saw Tracy help Scott sit up in bed because he was just tired of laying there and he was lightheaded and needed something to rest his head on. Tracy leaned over and Scott rested his head on her shoulder. Watching this beautiful exchange I feel like in that moment I saw what true love is. We make it out to be all these glamorous things but watching Tracy and Scott not only in this moment but throughout this whole process – I saw what true love really is. She never left his side and took such wonderful care of him. They’re so lucky to have each other.

2014-02-23 14.57.27What I witnessed over the next 48 hours was nothing short of amazing. I watched Scott go from laying in a bed post brain surgery to walking unassisted, eating full meals and having his drain tube removed. He was fully functional and was released to go home on Sunday.

My faith was deepened through this experience. God was faithful and Scott recovered through this terrible event and faster than I think anyone saw coming.

So for everyone who prayed for\sent positive thoughts for Scott – I thank you. Here’s a picture of Scott and me on Sunday right before he signed his discharge papers.

So that’s what I was up to last weekend. Just wanted to document it – if anything – to look back on in the years to come.