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.
September 6, 2009
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Throws Like A Girl 
2 responses to “Imagine.”
Sue
September 6th, 2009 at 17:43
you go girl. There’s a lot of power in those words and the you Dawn and all of those like you who are not going to give in to this thing.
Aftercancer
September 7th, 2009 at 17:22
I can’t count the number of times that I said I’d much rather deal with this myself than have to have my kid deal with it. I think that’s part of what makes it a different situation when you’re diagnosed younger. My mom had to watch and I’m sure if she could have she’d have done it instead of me.