medulloblastoma
Newly shorn, the women huddle close, their arms wrapped around each other. Exhilarated by the fulfillment of their conquest, they laugh while weeping and can't resist reaching out to rub each other's heads in disbelief, the weight of all their hair, gone.
Throughout my life there have been many numbers of significance. For instance 4 -- the number of children I have had the immense pleasure of being a father to; or the age when my daughter Alex first voiced her desire to host a lemonade stand to help doctors on their way to finding cures for all kids with cancer.
WHAT'S HAPPENING
WHAT'S HAPPENING
When we tell our children to look away or don't look at people who are different, we are teaching our children that those children are invisible and to ignore them.
My son was diagnosed with cancer. I quickly learned children do die. They die in horrific horrible ways. Ways adults can't even fathom. Ways that make you question God's existence.
My sons lost both of their parents when Vito was diagnosed. There is no other way to say it. My other sons are on the back burner while we are in a fight for Vito's life.
I dream of a day I go broke paying for your college. I dream of a day you tell me you are traveling the world. I dream of a day you tell me you're in love. I dream of a day I hold my grandchild.
I wish we'd never known each other. I wish this was a journey you'd never had to embark on. I'm still new to this journey. We've only been on it for four months. I just want you to know you are strong.
I'm not here to tell you about a miracle that saved my daughter's life; instead of I'm here to tell you about the miracle that was her life, and how her 8 ½ years of life have left an enduring impact on the lives of other children battling cancers.