I…am an adult cancer survivor. I went into battle when I was fifty years old. I faced my opponent of breast cancer and won. A lumpectomy, radiation treatments and three years of medication and I walked away. I….walked…away.
Within months of my brother turning sixty, we lost him to leukemia. He was diagnosed on Friday and left us for his Heavenly home on Monday. Knowing it was his time to go home, does and yet doesn’t help. We all miss him desperately.
I hate cancer.
One thing here, we were both adults. Grown. Had lived our life up until then.
What about the children? Children. Why, must they face such a battle? Why must they go into a fight, with an opponent such as cancer? I can not honestly answer that question. I can offer possibilities. Environment, something in the air, something in the water, something in medication their mother had to take while expecting. Something, something, something but that doesn’t help much.
Experts and clean up crews can go in and try to prevent but what of those already in battle. Those wearing their full battle gear of hospital gowns, dragging IV poles beside them. Those hooked up to machinery that beep and bing with lines showing vital signs. Children turned warrior, some before they can walk.
What, can we as adults do, for our children? They are our gift, they are the future, they are treasures of the heart facing battles they should not have to face. Seeking an inner strength many adults do not possess. What, do we do for them?
There is the obvious, to be in the best health possible before becoming pregnant. If possible, living in an area that is not saturated with environmental problems. To exercise, to eat right and proper. To not consume products that would harm the unborn child.But, what if we do all that, what if we do the very best that we are able, and still have to watch our child face this enemy? What do we even know, about childhood cancer?
September, is childhood cancer awareness month: https://nationaltoday.com/childhood-cancer-awareness-month/
I remember, when my son was three years old. He had an ear infection and I had taken him to the doctor for an after hours visit. It was us and one other parent with child. Yes, I know I should have known better, but I let him run back and forth. Between me and a chair behind us. He tripped and struck a plastic trash can that split his eyebrow open causing him to need stitches. Seeing my young child, stretched out under that sheet, looking up at me with pleading eyes, tore me apart. I can’t come close to imagining what a parent goes through when they hear the word cancer.
So what do we do? What can we do?
Education of course.
Being there for the family.
And then there is another. Support. Oh you’ll see the cancer awareness stuff in the big box stores and saturating online sites. That’s okay it does get awareness out there. But, find a way, to support those who support really support families. Find the ones, who have their heart and soul into doing everything they possibly can, to make and be the difference for those in your neighborhood, for those in your area, those you know or know of. Support the ones who find ways, to personally help those who are in need. The ones who let the warriors know they are seen, heard, loved and definitely not forgotten.
Locally, there is a foundation called Love Like Lauren.
It also has a Facebook page if you are there.
Because of a child, a young, loving and loved child, a movement began. One child who fought a brave fight. One child who will never be forgotten, a movement in her honor began and continues. One determined to do what ever possible for others who are fighting, for their families.
This group has their annual fundraiser coming up. Its called the Jeep Show and Shine, one of the biggest jeep events in the area. The intent to raise money and awareness. The intent, do help in what ever way possible, to put an end, to childhood cancer. No child should have to become a warrior against an opponent and enemy such as this. If you are in the area, the event will be amazing. Jeeps, food trucks, Jeeps, vendors, Jeeps, cool people and a strong heartfelt, soul meant purpose. One collecting donations, and sharing-teaching awareness. Trying to do all they can possibly do, so that no other child would have to become a warrior in such a battle.