My son Paul had multiple admissions for pneumonia and a collapsed lung as a baby. The doctors were sure he had cystic fibrosis. After many tests, they decided maybe they were wrong. Summer started and everything was going well. In August he again started getting sick. Over the next 2 months, Paul’s balance deteriorated. By October he could no longer walk. Our family doctor sent us to see a neurologist. On the day of our appointment, we went to the neurologist and were told we didn’t have an appointment, that we would have to reschedule. The nurse had forgotten to write us in the book. I insisted we be seen and we sat in the office until the doctor saw us. The doctor thought Paul might have muscular dystrophy. She wanted to do a baseline MRI. We took the films back to her office to view after the MRI. She told us Paul had hydrocephalus. She was showing us the films and explaining, when she said, “Oh my God, he has a tumor. I’m so sorry.” They started preparing to admit him to pediatric intensive care unit. His hydrocephalus was life-threatening and he was in surgery 3 hours later to place a VP shunt. Paul had his tumor completely removed; he was 21 months old. His tumor was in the posterior fossa and was determined to be an ependymoma.