It was 6 am on Saturday, and Theo woke me up. His face showed concern and even a bit of fear. He said, “I think something is wrong with Archer.”

All I remember is shooting out of bed and getting dressed in whatever I could find while Theo told me everything that was happening with Archer. We made the quick decision to take him to Children’s Hospital.

When we got to the Hospital, we told them what Archer was experiencing. Doctors came in and out and tests began. We didn’t know entirely what was happening, what the doctors were looking for, or how long we would be in the ER; however, we just wanted Archer to be okay.

Around hour 12 of being in the ER, we were finally told that we would be admitted for further observation of Archer. No one was genuinely certain about how long we would be in the Hospital, but no one made it sound like it would be longer than the weekend.

On that Saturday, we had no idea what was to come. We had no imagination for what the next 40 days would be like or bring. This was just the beginning of our world turning completely upside down. We NEVER thought the end of this would have resulted in us losing Archer.

That Saturday was exactly one year ago today…