Tragedy is one of the Loudest Things in the World

Collage courtesy of Dawn Guler

Collage courtesy of Dawn Guler

Firstly, I must admit that I have not read or watched anything on Friday’s elementary school tragedy outside of Facebook.  I cannot bear it.  My dad has had CNN on the TV the last few mornings, and I thank GOD that I am hard of hearing and can’t understand what they are saying on TV unless I am reading the closed captioning,  When I look at the TV, the images and the story headlines are enough to bring me to tears.  I quickly look away.  It is not that I don’t want to cry for the precious lives lost – I do – but I know that if I start, I would have a really hard time stopping.  So I just allow myself a moment here and there, in which I tear up and then quickly find something to distract myself with.

One thing I know for sure:  God is not to blame for this tragedy.  No one is to blame but the killer.  I don’t want to dwell on dark thoughts, because that would not be helpful.  But I will say this:  It really says a lot about how messed up we are as a society when half the country is wondering how we can keep this from happening again, and the other half is wondering how to keep the government from taking their guns away.

Seriously, people?  On Friday, I said something about the 2nd amendment on my Facebook status:

It is mine own opinion that there is absolutely NO reason a law-abiding citizen should have semi-automatic weapons.  No reason whatsoever.

I have had this sick feeling in my stomach all weekend.  Still have it.  And when I read the names of those lost to this world, those innocent, precious lives, my heart shatters all over again.  I cannot imagine what it would be like to be a mother or father and have to take my child, or children, to school today.  I cannot imagine that fear.  That uncertainty.  That heartache.  I pray for these parents and I pray for each and every child in school.  School is supposed to be a safe place, but the reality is, anything can happen, and sometimes bad things do. We can’t control the actions of others, much as we’d like to.   There’s always that risk.  It’s horrible and frightening, but it is the reality of this world we live in.

I do NOT want to remember the name of the person who is the cause of this tragedy.  He does not deserve to be remembered.  Instead, I want to remember the victims’ names.  I want to remember their faces and their stories.  Their families and friends have a permanent place in my prayers.  The little faces of the children and those of the teachers who went with them are in my heart.    They will always be.  Tragedy is one of the loudest things in the world, and within it, I want to offer a moment of silence to remember.

“Blessed are the poor in spirit, for theirs is the kingdom of heaven. Blessed are those who mourn, for they shall be comforted. Blessed are the meek, for they shall inherit the earth. Blessed are those who hunger and thirst for righteousness, for they shall be satisfied. Blessed are the merciful, for they shall receive mercy. Blessed are the pure in heart, for they shall see God. Blessed are the peacemakers, for they shall be called sons of God.”– Matthew 5: 3-9

November Gratitude List Part 2

11.  I am thankful for our veterans, because without their selflessness, their sacrifices, their commitment, and their bravery, we could not live the lives we do.  We would not be free.  Freedom isn’t free.  It comes at a price, and often, that price is one of blood.

12.  I am thankful for the fact that, even though every now and then, we have natural disasters like the recent Hurricane Sandy, we can pull together and help one other.  Just letting someone know that you are there for them does wonders for the soul, yours and theirs.

13.  I am VERY thankful that the 2012 presidential election is over (praise the good Lord in Heaven!), and I pray for President Obama…  that he will accomplish everything he has said he will do and will say he will do.  I pray that he will be a strong source of change for the better, and won’t be hampered by those who refuse to believe in him.  The rest is in God’s hands.

14. I am thankful for the good things that are headed my way, for I know that they are coming.  God has said, “I know the plans I have for you, plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future.” (Jeremiah 29:11)  Because of that, I will face the bad stuff with my head held high and NEGU.

15.  I am thankful, so thankful, for music, and I am beyond grateful that I am able to hear it.  Life is kinda like a musical for me (like Glee or The Sound of Music).  There is always, always, always a song in my head.  Never a quiet moment!

16.  I am thankful for food, shelter, clothing, basic necessities that I often take for granted.  I am trying to eat better, take more vitamins (really bad about that, unless I am on a streak, but my friend Jennifer B is right…  I do need to get better at taking vitamins.  Don’t want to get a deficiency of any kind and I will have more energy if I just take the stinkin’ vitamins, so, yep, thankful for vitamins!), and trying to clean ALL the things (thanks Hyperbole and a Half for that phrase, use it all the time now) more often.

17.  I am thankful for each day as it comes, because the truth is, I am so lucky to be alive.  God knows what he is doing with my life, and that is good enough for me.  Once upon a time, it wasn’t, and I demanded to know why, and when He was silent, I turned away from Him.  But I was led back to Him…  all roads lead home, no matter where I am.

18.  I am thankful for entertainment (TV, books, movies/dvds), for it is a great distraction, and takes me out of my world for awhile.  I need that for a little while each day.  I need to escape.  I need a little fiction mixed in with the reality, a little fantasy.  I need to worry about made-up problems for a while, get lost in another world.  It is because of this I have no interest in reality shows.

19.  I am thankful for the simple things that make life bearable when it is unbearable – pain relievers, coffee, hugs, words of encouragement, the comfort and security of my bed, the knowledge that I am loved and that I am fully capable of loving in return.  Also, body butter, to which I have just been re-introduced.  Ever since my last back surgery, my back itches endlessly, and I have gotten to the point where I am used to it, it doesn’t bother me.  My aunt Lisa gave me some body butter for my birthday, and ohmygosh! I could tell the difference. Instant relief.

20.  I am thankful for all the earth angels in my life, the people who lend a helping hand, who smile at me, who hug me, and make me feel safe and loved.  The ones who say the encouraging words I so need to hear, the ones who let me love on THEM.  And the ones from afar, the ones I have yet to meet in person.  I am thankful for you all.  Please know that even if we don’t meet on this side of life, we will meet in Heaven without a doubt.

November Gratitude List Part 1

 

I started a gratitude list on Facebook yesterday.  The deal is to list something you are grateful for every single day this month, but because I probably won’t remember some days, I am posting them all here, in 3 separate posts.  So here goes!

1.  I am thankful I can offer hope to other families when I tell them I am a stage 4 neuroblastoma survivor. There is nothing like hope, I tell you.  It is what inspires us to NEGU.  Childhood cancer advocating is a large part of what I was born to do.

2.  I am thankful that I was born into one of the BEST families out there (and yes, I’m kinda biased).  I have so many treasured memories!  My family never ever gave up on me, and I know that they will continue to never ever give up.  Because of that, I will NEGU either.

3.  I am thankful for my friends…  old and new.  You guys make my world go round!  There are too many of you to name, so I won’t even attempt to because of the risk of forgetting some of you, but you know who you are.  The love of my biological family and my adopted family (my friends) will always be one of the very best parts of me.

4.  I am thankful for the support and love of the close-knit childhood cancer community on Facebook, which welcomed me as an advocate and a survivor with open arms.  We NEGU for the kids.

5.  I am thankful the warmth of my home and for the coldness of the season (and the next) which just makes me appreciate the warmth even more.  Hot chocolate, my mom’s homemade soups and sweet treats, and warm, comfortable clothes make the cold tolerable.  Ha.

6.  I am thankful I live in United States of America and for the fact that I am free and capable of making up my own mind about things.  No one has the right to tell me that I am wrong, and if they do, so what?  I know who I am, and what I stand for, and that’s all that matters.

7.  I am thankful for my little dog, even though she thinks my bed is HERS.  I love it when she lays her head on my leg/ ankle/foot/whatever it may be.  The joy of having a dog, especially this dog, is indescribable.  Her company is priceless to me.  I even love waking up to find that she is edging me out of bed – because it means that she’s there and I’m not alone.  She just wants to be close to me.  She knows she is loved!

8. I am thankful for the gift of my lil niece, Miss Aliza.  She’s growing up so fast, and is so smart and funny and beautiful.  She helps me look at the world from a different perspective (that of a child) than mine.  Children have a tendency to remind us what is really important, and I pray that I’ll never forget the lessons Aliza teaches me.  Being her aunt is one of the greatest blessings of my life, and I cannot wait to meet whoever comes along next!

9.  I am thankful for the fact that, even though we hurt so much in this life, there is also great healing too.  In the end, everything will be okay.  If it’s not okay, it’s not the end.  Sometimes, the healing is not on this side of life, but in Heaven.  And that’s okay.  I am also grateful for the knowledge that, no matter how much I don’t understand it, God does NOT give children cancer.  He does NOT give anyone cancer or any other disease.  He allows it, that is true, but we just have to trust He has his reasons.  Perhaps that reason is so we could be at a certain place at a certain time.  We won’t know in this lifetime.  When we all get to heaven, this life will seem like a dream compared to eternity with everyone we love and will love in our lifetimes.  As little Starla Chapman said, “Just trust.”
10.  I am thankful for God’s plan, because even though I may not see what He sees or know what He knows, everything that is going to happen is happening on His terms, not mine.  If He just left me alone to deal with things by myself, I would not be here today.  I truly believe that.  He has GRACE and I have GRATITUDE, and it’s all going to be fine in the end.  I’ve surrendered my heart and I’m trusting.  That said, I don’t have any idea how anyone can look at the messes this world makes and not believe in something better, in a perfect place where everything is as it should be.  THIS can’t be all there is.  We have to be more than what we already are, because if there’s nothing else after this, there is no reason to get out of bed and do the same things we did the day before.  If there is nothing else after this, then hope dies.  And hope never dies.  It can’t…  because if it did, it wouldn’t be hope.

Every single day, my heart breaks

Yikes… This month is going to be the month with the least amount of posts in it… Oh, well. I have been a bit preoccupied…

It is the months of September and October that I am most glad I don’t get out much.  I don’t see the vasts amounts of pink that are overtaking the world.  Let it be said that I support all cancer research, but first and foremost, I am a childhood cancer advocate. Why? Because when I was not quite 16 months old, I was diagnosed with neuroblastoma, stage 4. Even though I don’t remember anything I went through, my body is scarred for life. Every time I get undressed it’s there. Every day when I shower, I see it. During my childhood, I tried to ignore it, hoping against hope that if I didn’t acknowledge it, then maybe it would fade away or drop off. But, of course, it didn’t. It remains. And so do I.

I don’t know about you, but when I was a child, I didn’t think very much about the future. When people asked me what I wanted to be when I grew up, my answer was always automatic: a writer.  I wanted to be a writer. I still want to be a writer.

I am a writer.

Beyond that, I want to be a published novelist.  But it is kinda hard to get published when I never finish anything I begin.  I want to be adventurous. But it’s kinda hard to be adventous when my body scares me. My whole life, at least since I became “aware” that I was a person, that I could do stuff, surprising stuff. Like read a book and transport myself inside the story, in another world.  Because I did not belong here in this one.  That I had the power to make someone smile because I smiled at them first. That I could speak out against this monster that steals innocent children’s lives and disrupts childhood every single day.

And of course, I think breast cancer is important. Of course, I think colon cancer, skin cancer, and prostrate cancer, lung cancer, and thyroid cancer, and all of the other adult cancers are important. I do not like to see anyone suffer, least of all the children. And the children need awareness, they need funding, they need research, they need cures. Like now. I fight for them. I will be their voice because, once upon a time, I was one of them. Childhood cancers are the least funded by the National Cancer Institute. I want to know why, in the years since I had it, only TWO pediatric cancer drugs have been approved by the FDA. I want to know why nothing has changed. And I want to know why everyone not directly touched be pediatric cancer looks the other way. Children are dying. They are DYING. Do you understand? What if it was your child or a child you knew?

Don’t buy into the media hype that pediatric cancer is rare. That.  Is.  Just. Not. True. I want to scream when I see that “r” word.  It is an ugly lie.  Every day, I find more kids, more angels. And every single morning, I wake up dreading checking Facebook or CaringBridge because I do not want to see bad news. Every single day, my heart breaks… And it will keep on doing so until these kids stop dying.

So do not talk to me about pink or breast cancer.  If you really want to talk about it, please know that you are going to get an earful (or eyeful) about childhood cancer. As things stand, you just do not talk about breast cancer to a childhood cancer survivor. Especially this one.

Scentsy Fundraiser for The Ronan Thompson Foundation

I was approached earlier this month by a Scentsy consultant, Jennifer Counts, and she wanted to do a fundraiser for a charity of my choice.  Of course, the first one that sprang to my mind was The Ronan Thompson Foundation.  Ronan is very special to me, as he was the first child I found and followed, in early 2011.  One night, when I couldn’t sleep, I was randomly surfing the web (or not so randomly as I was googling cancer related stuff), and suddenly, Maya Thompson’s blog came up.  Maya is Ronan’s mama, and she is just as spicy and fierce as Ronan was.  I think I stayed up the whole night, reading the blog from the beginning.  From the start, my heart was stolen by this gorgeous blue eyed little boy.  Completely and utterly stolen.

He was… how can I describe him and do him justice?  He was a spicy little monkey, that’s for sure.  He was the essence of that quote by Henry David Thoreau, the quote his mama loves and uses whenever possible – “All good things are wild and free.”  Last month, when Taylor Swift debuted her song, “Ronan” on the Stand Up For Cancer telethon, when I could not see because of the tears streaming down my cheeks, I knew.  I knew Ronan was taking us places.  He IS taking us places.  I so wish it wasn’t him.  I wish so much that he was where he belongs, rejoicing with his family in the wake of the news that he’s going to get a little sister, something he so wanted.

Maya has a huge vision for The Ronan Thompson Foundation.  She wants to build a world class neuroblastoma research and care center, but she cannot do that without lots of help.

Then Jennifer Counts came to me via my Pediatric Cancer Awareness page on Facebook.  She said she “liked” my page because she lost her four year old daughter, Bella, to leukemia last year.  Bella’s story is horrific because she contracted a flesh-eating bacteria shortly after beginning chemo.  Jennifer has been a Scentsy consultant for about 5 years now, and when she had Bella, she was very excited to “to find a product that was safe around our baby, looked fantastic in my home, and also provided a night light for those late night trips back and forth to the crib! I appreciated that Scentsy was safe, flameless, soot free AND much less expensive that the products I was limited to before.”  When Bella was diagnosed at 3 years old, the little family’s world just fell apart.  Bella loved her Scentsy buddy, and it would accompany her to the hospital, along with her Scentsy plug-in with her favorite scent (Pretty in Pink).

When the hospital bills started piling on, Jennifer panicked.  Fortunately, her local Scentsy consultant offered to hold a fundraiser for Bella.  Jennifer accepted the offer, and was pleasantly surprised when the fundraiser resulted in over $1,000 in just one week.  She soon joined the Scentsy consultant family and hasn’t looked back since.  It allows her to work from home, and when Bella was sick, allowed her to schedule work around hospital appointments and caring for Bella.

Bella has two official Facebook pages, Blood for Bella’s Informational Page and Buddies from Bella (Scentsy Buddy Challenge).  Jennifer says the latter is “a page dedicated to Scentsy Buddies that are donated to children in hospitals undergoing cancer treatment. Each buddy is delivered with a tag around its neck with a story about Bella and her Buddy Lenny. it gives kids a chance to post photos with their buddy and supports to send notes of encouragement to the kids.”

Bella, like Ronan, endured so much.  And like Ronan, she should still be here, healthy and happy.  I just know that Ronan and Bella became fast friends and that they are delighted that so much is being done in their memories.  If you would like to join the fundraiser for The Ronan Thompson Foundation, you can do so by clicking here and joining the Ronan party.  It’s open until the 30th, and once it is over, Jennifer will donate 100% of the proceeds to The Ronan Thompson Foundation.

Because we have a hospital to build and so much more!

Thumbs Up for Lane

I apologize for not writing this month until now.  I’ve been busy with childhood cancer advocating, which has quickly morphed into a full time job. Last night, a thirteen year old boy named Lane Goodwin passed away.  You may have heard of him.  He had been fighting this monster since March 2010.  He was the boy who, whenever someone would ask how he was doing, he would give the Thumbs Up sign.  He was the boy who, while waiting for a order of crab legs after an appointment last month, started seizing and just would not stop.

He had alveolar rhabdomyosarcoma (cancer of soft tissue), and it had spread into his brain.  He held on for longer than anyone expected him to.  He wanted to be a voice for childhood cancer, wanted to help put a stop to it.  His family – his mother, Angie, his father, George, and younger brother Landen – is determined to fight to end childhood cancer, so that one day, no other family will have to lose their precious son or daughter.

There were no limits to the love surrounding Lane as his battle here on earth came to an end, and I believe that love will be his legacy.  I saw celebrities from members of his favorite team (St. Louis Cardinals), tv and movie stars (yes, even Johnny Depp in the picture above – I love that man!).  It seems as if everybody across the country knows about Lane Goodwin, and really, why shouldn’t they? I am at a loss for words right now, trying to think of how to describe Lane’s impact on me, on the Facebook community.

His presence in this world is irreplaceable, and his loss immense.  There are just no words, just a ginormous empty hole where he used to be.  I know we will probably never fill up that hole completely, but if we start with all things Lane was and with what he stood for, we’ll be well on our way.  And I have no doubt he’ll greet us at Heaven’s gate when it is our turn to go home with his trademark thumbs up and his big grin.

Thumbs up, Lane!  We love you, buddy, and we’ll be seeing you.

CVR Article: Child Cancer Survivor is now childhood cancer advocate

The following article was published in this week’s edition of the Cashmere Valley Record, written by Kacie Thrift, staff writer.

Child cancer survivor is now a childhood cancer advocate

Danielle Cloakey, 30, was once fighting for her life as a young child with cancer.  Having won her battle with the disease, she is now using her own experience to help other children fight by being a childhood cancer advocate.

It started in December 1982 when Danielle was only 15 months old.  Her parents, Chris (Cashmere High School teacher and basketball coach) and Leslie Cloakey (reading paraprofessional at Vale Elementary) thought they had a healthy first child until they started noticing their daughter had changes in her walking.

Danielle started leaning into walls and using furniture to help her walk.  Her parents waited to to see if the condition got any worse before they took her to a doctor.  The condition didn’t get worse, but it didn’t get better.

During Danielle’s 15 month shots, Leslie showed the nurse how Danielle walks and instantly the nurse noticed Danielle hyper extended her left knee.  The nurse recommended Leslie and her one-year-old daughter to a pediatrician because she thought maybe something was wrong with Danielle’s hips.

After Danielle had her eyes examined, a doctor thought she might have a brain tumor.  A CT scan on January 3, 1983 showed nothing abnormal, [and] the doctor suggested Danielle had a viral infection of her cerebelleum.  The doctor then took some abdominal x-rays and a urine sample.  The x-rays showed nothing, but the urine sample came back irregular.

Danielle was admitted to the Children’s Hospital in Seattle on Jan. 11, 1983 where doctors ran a 24-hour urine collection.  Doctors soon informed the Cloakeys that their daughter had a tumor on her right adrenal gland.  Danielle was diagnosed with neuroblastoma, with the cancer already at stage 4.  Cancer cells were in Danielle’s lymph nodes.  The Cloakeys were told that she had a 10-40 percent chance of living five years.

“My parents were young when they got the news I had cancer.  They were actually given the diagnosed of neuroblastoma stage 4 on my mom’s 24th birthday, January 13, 1983, and my dad would have been 23 that April,” Danielle said.

On January 24th [it was delayed because Danielle came down with a cold] Danielle went in for a surgery that took many hours.  Surgeons slowly cut away at the tumor [that was] attached to Danielle’s right kidney, extended to her left kidney, and partially wrapped around her aorta  [They removed as much as the tumor as they could].  Four days later, Danielle started chemotherapy.

“The routine was always the same,” Danielle said.  ”Start the IVs, get medication for the nausea, start the chemo drugs through the IV, spend the night vomiting until I finally fell asleep around dawn.”

Danielle would receive a treatment for 5 days. and then take two weeks of rest before she would start the process again.  On February 24th, she was admitted to the hospital again for a minor surgery to have a Hickman line inserted.  In April, she had an ultrasound that showed her tumor had shrunk about 50 percent.  

[On] April 11, 1983, Danielle was admitted to the University of Washington Hospital for radiation.  However, radiation was postponed because she would not stay still for the procedure.  

“Finally, on April 13th, they just about tied every inch of me down.  Can you imagine?  The next few days went easier with me crying less, though I still fought being tied down,” Danielle said.

Danielle said a story her mother loves to tell is one during radiation.  Danielle and Leslie were waiting to go into radiation and a doctor in a white lab coat saw Danielle standing there with a bonnet.  The doctor squatted down and said, “What a cute bonnet you have!”

This did not please Danielle for she was already feeling sick.  Danielle reached out and slapped the lady’s cheek.  ”My mom was so embarrassed and tried to explain to the doctor that I had been through a lot lately,” she said.

During April and May , Danielle continued chemotherapy.  In mid-June, she went in for a surgery to check the tumor.  Eight days later, Danielle was taken to the emergency room because her stomach was swollen. Eventually, doctors discovered , during Danielle’s recent surgery, her bowel had been nicked, which caused fluid to fill her stomach.  

Even though Danielle weighed only 19 pounds, she was put on a low-fat diet to solve the fluid issue.  December of 1983 was full of blood counts and delays in her chemo treatments.  Blood tests showed her blood count as worse than when she was first diagnosed.  

[The] next May, Danielle was admitted to the hospital for a high fever and double ear infection.  Doctors told the Cloakeys their daughter had viral encephalitis.  [For] two weeks, she was in a coma-like state.  When Danielle started to become more alert and awake, her parents noticed she wasn’t talking.  

Danielle could understand what other people were saying, but she lost the ability to walk, sit on her own, and even hold her head up.  ”The doctors told my parents that whatever I didn’t get back in 6 months, I would never get back.  Yeah, right,” Danielle said.

A couple months later, Leslie gave birth to their second child Ryan.  At this point, Danielle still had a hard time supporting herself, but she was smart and had her own way of doing things.  When Danielle’s brother began to crawl, she too learned to crawl.  When he started to walk, she learned to walk again.

At four years old, Danielle got her first walker.  When she was 5 and a half, Danielle’s mother realized she had hearing loss and soon got her daughter hearing aids.  Because Danielle is speech and hearing impaired, she uses the internet often to interact with others (Danielle used Facebook for this interview).  In 1990, the family moved to Cashmere and they have been here ever since 

“I do not have any memories of this time.  I was too young.  I basically made my parents tell me why I am the way I am over and over when I was growing up.  People in general think I have cerebral palsy, but I don’t.  I wasn’t born like this,” Danielle said.

The radiation treatments destroyed some cells in Danielle’s spine, and she grew older and taller, she developed severe scoliosis.  She has had three partial spinal fusions, and in the summer of 2010, she had a full spinal fusion.  Chris and Leslie Cloakey built an extension on the main floor of their Cashmere home because Danielle can’t go up and down stairs [anymore].

“Since I have no memories of being sick, I’ve had to piece together my story bit by bit, a lot like a jigsaw puzzle, and who I am came out of that.  When I was young, my dad told me that quote by Henry Ford, ‘Whether you think you can, or you think you can’t, you’re right,’ and I think that has always been there, at the back of my mind.  There is no such thing as can’t.  If people tell me I can’t do something, I get upset, and set out to prove them wrong,” Danielle said.  

About to turn 31, Danielle is living her life to the fullest and using her own experience with childhood cancer to help others fight.  She is involved in a social media campaign called “The Truth 365.”  This social media campaign officially launched last week on Sept. 13th, National Childhood Cancer Awareness Day.  ”The Truth 365″ gives a voice to children fighting cancer.

According to a press release for the film, it released last week and features compelling and inspiring stories of children and their families fighting cancer, as well as interviews with political leaders and several of the country’s most respected pediatric oncologists.  The film and social media campaign are efforts to inspire millions of people to show their support for children with cancer.

“On average, every single day, 46 kids are diagnosed in this country alone.  Every single day, 7 children die from childhood cancer.  The government gives less than 4 percent of research funds to pediatric cancer, and that is not enough, considering that there are 12 different types of pediatric cancer,” Danielle said.

In her efforts to reach out to people about childhood cancer, Danielle encourages people to volunteer and research childhood cancer so they know what to look for in in their own children.  Anyone can donate to charities like Curesearch, or St. Judes, where all the funds go to research and/or patient care.  

Danielle has been involved with “The Truth 365″ since July 22 of this year.  She previously researched neuroblastoma for them.  She also did some research with another cancer survivor on how tax dollars are used.  During the research, she found out the most people pay is 82 cents to childhood cancer research per household.  

 

“What I want to tell people about children with cancer is that it is not as rare as they think.  If it happened to me, it can happen to anyone,” Danielle said.  ”I am a childhood cancer advocate today because I found out that basically nothing has changed in the way they treat childhood cancer since I’ve had it.  No child should have to fight for their lives against something they don’t understand.”

To find out more about childhood cancer and to support the campaign Danielle works for, visit thetruth365.org.

TheTruth365 preview Day 2: Turning Awareness to Action

Some kids survive cancer and they and their families never look back.  I understand this – everybody deals with stuff in their own way, everybody grieves differently, and no one is ever the same.  But, as Buffy the Vampire Slayer once said, “Every now and then, people surprise you.”  Some people lose their children, but they keep fighting, because they know that’s what their children would want.  They keep fighting so that one day, no other parent will have to suffer through the agony of saying goodbye to their babies.  They keep fighting because they would want someone to fight for them.  Do unto others as you would have them do unto you.

Nothing is gonna change without awareness.  It can’t.  Awareness leads to emotions, and emotions lead to action.  There is so much you can do, if you just stop and think about it.  You can start like I did, simply by reading everything you can get your hands on about childhood cancer.  I soaked it up like a sponge, I really did.  Start talking about it with your friends, neighbors, co-workers, and even even strangers.  I know most people don’t like to dwell on sad things, and I understand that.  But look at it this way.  If everyone looked the other way, absolutely nothing would change.  History is full of changes, if you look back on it.  Once upon a time, African Americans were slaves, women couldn’t vote or even go to college, and now look:  We have an African American for President, and women can vote, go to college, do anything and everything men can.  They can fight in wars and fly airplanes.  Men even are staying home and raising the kids while their wives’ careers take off!

If things like that can change, I don’t see why childhood cancer awareness can’t turn into action against it.  Please, if you can, whenever you can, give blood and platelets (something very important, because blood is life).  Children need it.  Your child may need it one day, or a child you know.  Kids cannot fight cancer alone.  They need an army of fierce advocates behind them.  They need us.  They need YOU.

Yesterday and Today: TheTruth365

Yesterday, the childhood cancer community on Facebook was buzzing with excitement because 13-year-old cancer survivor/fighter Talia Castellano’s dream came true:  She got to meet Ellen DeGeneres!  Oh, my goodness!  I love Ellen!  I recorded the show on my DVR yesterday, and watched it last night a few hours after it aired.  It made me cry tears of happiness for Talia.  This is my favorite part right here:

Just when you think there is no hope for the world, there are people like Taylor Swift and Ellen DeGeneres who see the pain and suffering of others and reach out a hand to help.  There are no words to say except “thank you” and “I love you.”

Because of this, The Truth365 social media campaign was delayed, as they waited for written permission to use some clips from the show yesterday, but finally they just released a short preview of it, which they will continue to do so until the whole video is released in two weeks. Please help spread the word.

Remember the statistics?  46/7?  I know I am repeating myself here, but I will be screaming it until I’m heard.  Until the public is as aware of childhood cancer as they are about breast cancer.  I’m not seeing pink anywhere on Facebook this year, but this morning, I opened a Bed, Bath and Beyond ad, and saw pink ribbon curling irons – yeah, I am not a fan of Bed, Bath, and Beyond this month.  Grrr.  It is September, people.  Remember the kids!  Gold out the nation.  This is what I hope to see next September:  gold Yoplait lids, gold Starbucks straws, childhood cancer awareness billboards in town, gold ribbons everywhere, gold, gold, gold!

Like The Truth365 page here and help the word get out:  Kids get cancer too, and they cannot fight alone.

Sign the petition here to “support an increase in pediatric cancer funding by the National Cancer Institute with the goal of eliminating cancer cancer as a threat to all children” (what the petition says and what you are signing and agreeing to).

Visit my Facebook page and “like” it to join the fight against this monster called childhood cancer that keeps stealing the lives of children.

About TheTruth365

Guess what happened?  TheTruth365 website launched!  Can I get a round of “ALLELUIAS” please?  Things are going to happen really fast now, especially since September is just around the corner.  I know I have talked about this before, and that some people know what it is because they are friends with me on Facebook.   One of society’s common misconceptions is that childhood cancer isn’t that big of a deal, because it is “exceedingly rare.”  I am really beginning to hate that phrase, because not only is it not true, but I’ve seen it repeated ad nauseam.  I mean, those words make me sick every time I see or hear them because they are just not true.  In this country alone, childhood cancer strikes 46 times every single day.  It also claims 7 more little lives every single day.  World wide, the numbers grow.  365 days a year.  Go ahead.  Do the math.  It is appalling, isn’t it?

And nothing has changed since I was a pediatric cancer patient in the 1980s.  Do you know what a blow that was when I found that out early last year and what a blow that still is?  It is like people do not care about the children.  That is like saying they do not care about the future of this country, the future of the world.  For the life of me, I cannot understand that.  People are looking the other way while children are dying?  NOT OKAY!  All those St. Jude commercials you see on TV of happy, smiling, giggling bald children are not the norm.  As I have said before on here, that is just kids being kids despite what is wrong with them.  Those commercials do not show you the bad moments, the bad days, the tears, the screams, the vomiting.  None of that.  I wonder what would happen if they did?  Would the public go on a childhood cancer witch hunt?

We’re gonna find out what the public would do on September 13th, thanks to Arms Wide Open Childhood Cancer Foundation (AWOCCF) and Band of Parents.  Social media is a very powerful tool, and TheTruth365 is going to utilize it to bring some much needed attention to the lack of childhood cancer awareness and funding to the world.

We want it to go viral in the worst way!  And the best way too, because that is the only way the kids with cancer are going to benefit from this.  We are using Facebook, Twitter, and Youtube.  We are asking everyone we know to get involved, including celebrities and political candidates.  In fact, that National Childhood Cancer Awareness Month coincides with the election is perfect.  We want all political officials to recognize  childhood cancer as a serious problem (which it is) and we are demanding that they adjust their agendas to include the youngest generations.  After all, isn’t it true that there would not be a future without the children?

Me?  I cannot wait to see what changes TheTruth365 brings to the world.  If I know one thing for certain, it is that nothing will ever be the same again once September 13th dawns on America!