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The spunky brown-haired Ryan was the light of his mother's life and the son that Shaun
had dreamed of since his teenage years. While still in high school, Shaun had begun
thinking about the family he hoped to have one day. "I knew if I ever had a son his
name would be Ryan, but I never imagined that one young boy would have the ability to
change my life and the lives of others in so many ways."
The heart-wrenching story of Ryan's illness began in December 1996. Shaun had been
transferred by his employer in October, and the family was just settling into their new
home at Thanksgiving. Ryan and Carly were making friends, and the family had started
attending Fellowship Bible Church of Northwest Arkansas.
Around Christmas, Ryan developed a fever and flu-like symptoms that persisted into the
new year despite multiple visits to the pediatrician and several rounds of antibiotics.
On January 12, 1997, doctors decided to draw a blood sample, thinking Ryan might have
mononucleosis. The results looked suspicious, the blood counts were erratic, and by
that evening, Shaun and Ryan were in Little Rock at Arkansas Children's Hospital where
more tests would be performed over the next week. The initial diagnosis was frightening:
acute myeloid leukemia.

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