Childhood cancer is one of those thing none of us want to talk about. It’s something that makes me tear up just thinking about, but the sad reality is that it’s something families deal with every single day. I could sit here throwing out statistics on how many children are diagnosed or die every day from cancer, but the truth is, I’m not a scientific person.
What I am, however, is a mom. I’m a mom who is incredibly blessed to have two healthy children. I’m a mom who had to explain to her four year old daughter why she couldn’t spend time with her friend, who was going through treatment for leukemia. I’m a mom who read a status update on a Facebook friend’s wall today about how her life changed and how she never knew just how bad childhood cancer was until he walked her baby boy, who wasn’t much younger than Bubba is now, into the children’s oncology department.
I am a mom who has never experienced the pain of loss. I’ve never experienced the stress of never-ending doctor’s appointments. I can’t imagine what that would be like.
I am a granddaughter who watched the toll cancer took on a grown man. I’m a daughter-in-law who never met her husband’s father because cancer claimed his life two years before I met his son. I am the daughter who has watched her mother go through treatment for cancer twice. Knowing how cancer tears apart the lives and bodies of adults, I can’t imagine ever having to watch a child go through cancer treatment.
This month, I want to find a way to make a difference. This month, I want to do something to help the lives of families who are living this nightmare. I’m going to be contacting Badger Childhood Cancer Network on Monday to see what we can all do to help the families as well as the patients. We may not be cancer researchers, but we’re all parents, aunts, uncles, etc.