Face the Pain

Face the Pain


That Room…

posted by byancey

Just when I thought there was nothing else the doctor could say to me that would not offend or upset me, he asked, “What do you want to do?”  To me, that question was cruel on many levels.  Maybe it was not the question. Maybe it was how he prefaced it….

“Sure, your son made it this far and I did not expect him to be here this morning, but now he has a grade IV brain bleed in both sides of his brain.”  (Grade IV brain bleed is the worst possible….cerebral palsy is certain) The doctor continued on, “On top of this he, is on 3 blood pressure medications, has a collapsed lung, has blood coming out of his stomach, has acid in his blood, has jaundice, and is unable to breathe on his own.  Your son is likely to be in a wheelchair for the rest of his life. He will probably be blind, will have to be fed and will not be able to care for himself. That is IF he makes it.  I have seen a number of these cases.  35% of these babies do not make it.  Now we are talking quality of life.  Is this the life you want for your son? WHAT DO YOU WANT TO DO?” (He walked out to give us time to think about it)

This was it.  This was the day.  This was THE worst day of my life.  That room!  I hated that room!  That room is where we had the prenatal consult.  In the prenatal consult we met to discuss my son’s fate; the doctor, the head nurse, my mom, dad, Lisa, and me.  Life changing.  Not an easy topic.  In spite of the group setting I had a very lonely feeling.  There is something about a person wearing a long white (pure white) doctor’s coat with a Dr. So and So monogrammed on their chest.  The words that came out of his mouth were real!  They were scathing.  I mean they felt alive.  Like they had more life in them than William!  There was a part of me that thought, “What if he’s right?”  I actually visualized my son slumped over in a wheelchair, blind while I fed him. Yet, I could not give up on my son. I’m his father.  I’m his dad.  I refused!



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Jen Johns

posted July 22, 2011 at 9:37 pm


Its so hard to believe that someone, once so small and weak, could empower so many people to be and do so much more than they thought they ever could. And to know that he taught you, the body builder, the trainer, Mr. Pain, what true strength really is. He doesn’t know it now, he may not realize it in the near future, but William is the angel on our shoulder. He’s the one that shows us that against all odds, it can be done. He inspires us to push harder because if he can do it with a smile, so can we.



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Marie Johns

posted July 18, 2011 at 2:26 pm


Mr. Pain–this was probably the first step of a life of faith for William. Even then he was nestled in the arms of the Heavenly Father, Who was overseeing his care and testing your faith. You, Lisa and your mom and dad chose life, and chose faith. Those of us who watch from the sidelines know from our vantage that you made a hard decision back then. Those of us who run know that this past year you made another BIG decision as a dad. Not only did Lisa step out to support William “in the world,” but you, MR. PAIN, have stepped out of your comfort zone to show physically your support of William. Dolphin Week with William was the beginning. He showed you that he was fearless and as a result challenged YOU to become fearless as well. Then you, MR. PAIN, became part of Team Hoyt VB with William and you and William are a TEAM. That decision, in that room is a long way back, you are now sharing it with the world. William and Billy Yancey proving they were wrong with every stride. Go Team Hoyt VB. Go William! Go Billy! Faith finishes! Phil. 4:13.



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