Scott was born in Hartford Hospital on February 23, 1992. He was born 7lbs 4 oz. He was a happy baby. He liked to play with dinosaurs and loved his blue blankey. In September of 1994 when he was 2 ½ years old everything changed. He had been tired and taking longer and more frequent naps. When he awoke from those naps he would feel sick and sometimes vomit. He wasn’t able to tell us exactly what was bothering him, but it was clear to us after a week for these symptoms that there was something really wrong. He was diagnosed with a brain tumor after a CT scan. He was admitted to the hospital immediately. At first we were told he would only have a few months to live. After a second opinion, we realized that wasn’t true but a cure would be difficult. We went to New York, Chicago and California to talk to doctors about old and new treatments that were available. Scott underwent a dozen craniotomies over a period of 11 years. These were followed by 6 weeks of radiation, 2 bone marrow transplants and numerous chemotherapy regimens of too many different drugs to mention. After each one failed, we would have more surgery and try another drug regimen. We all kept hoping that this next one would cure him.

Through it all he never gave up. He loved life. He just wanted to be a normal kid, as normal as he could be. He was a serious student and worked hard. He always made the honor role. He kept up with his class even though he missed classes due to treatments. He played video games, loved to watch the Red Sox, beat his mom at chess, swim, horseback ride. He loved to go to the movies. He loved to collect things; beanie babies, yugio cards, Star Wars figures. He loved his family and friends. He adored his sisters and brothers. He wanted to grow up and be an artist. He had a great sense of color and composition. He liked to make things. He loved to make gifts for everyone. He would make gifts all year long for the next Christmas.

Scott died August 31st 2005 after 11 years of being in treatment. His tumor had metastasized to his neck where the tumor was inoperable. He died quietly at home with his entire family with him.

Scott was a hero to our entire family. He made us all strong. We miss him everyday. We know he would want us to go on and be happy and love each other. That’s what he would have wanted. We love you Scott, always.