I found this video just now and it instantly brought tears to my eyes. This was taken April 21, 2008. Tyler was just about eight weeks into his leukemia treatment. He had lost his hair and the steroids had puffed him up so much that he was almost unrecognizable. He was miserable during those weeks. There were days he wouldn't move off the bed. He wouldn't eat. It was torture to watch him and know there was nothing we could do to help him.
Tyler would barely interact with people when they would come in the room. That is, except for one person, his music therapist. As soon as she would come into the room, he would sit up and smile. He would sign "music" and wait for her to start getting out the instruments. He would interact and be happy and for the thirty minutes that she was there each day, he was himself. To us, she was a miracle worker.
I will be forever thankful to everyone who took care of Tyler during his cancer journey. We simply could not have made it through without all of them.