I am lost today. September 3rd, day 3 of Pediatric Cancer Awareness month. I am taken back today to the day Katherine was diagnosed. This is somewhat forced upon me, due to a recent situation I’m dealing with, but it’s real, and it’s raw, and it’s tearing me up inside.
Right now a beautiful young child is sitting in a hospital NICU, and has just been told that he has cancer. One day he was feeling perfectly normal, and the next day he is in agony and unable to walk. He is scared, worried about his mother, and thinks he is going to die. He’s probably wondering if he’s different. He’s worried about looking strange. He thinks life will never be the same again. He’s right… His mothers entire world has changed. She feels like a ghost surrounded by lab coats. No one can comfort her.
I know exactly how she feels. I was her. I can’t remove myself from this experience, because I was this experience. I can’t just send my love, and sympathy, and hope for the best. I know how in some cases, such as ours, the best doesn’t happen. I do believe in miracles though, and if I could have one right now I would ask for it, even though Katie did not get one. This is happening right now. And it will happen 46 more times today in a hospital near you.
We need to wake up. We need to make more people aware. We need to take away the excuse of, “I had no idea.” This mama knew better. Being very close to Katherine’s story, she demanded an MRI, after being told everything was fine, and just go home. That MRI discovered a cancer so big that her son may never walk again. Within hours his basic functions started going. But… He may live, because she was fierce and would not take excuses! Awareness saves lives.
So let’s spread some damn awareness, and save some children’s lives! Please share this message, and please copy and paste this statistic! Watch the eyes raise, and the minds focus. ***In 6 years we have created 77 new drugs for adult cancers. 6 years… And in 77 years, we have created 3 for pediatric cancers. 77 years… Some pediatric cancers are still incurable. These children are told to go home, and die. My 7 years old daughter Katherine was told to go home and die. And she did.*** (drops mic)