You’re told you have cancer. You need life saving surgery that might disfigure you for life. You need chemo. You will lose your hair. You will feel sicker than you ever have in your life. You might die.
Imagine all this. Except you’re a kid.
September is Childhood Cancer Awareness Month.
I’ve told this story before, but the first person to really help me come to grips with having cancer was Dawn. Her daughter, Sam, was diagnosed with cancer roughly 8 months before I was. Dawn was the one to tell me to get off the internet. Not to look at the statistics. To ask for clinical trials. She took the time to help me when, by all rights, she could have just focused on her crisis. But I’m finding that’s not what cancer survivors do. We help those who come after.
So I’m helping. Check out Dawn’s blog and the Miracle Party, a fund raising event for all childhood cancers; leukemia, neuroblastomas, aplastic anemia and a host of other -emias and -omas that children and their parents should never have to face.