Dominic’s romantic encounter with his chemotherapy has been stable and his treatment is ongoing. As I am writing this note, one of Dominic’s awesome friends is spending the night in the Oncology ward at Children’s Hospital for some tests. He is only five years old. I am petrified. I am devastated.
‘Your child has cancer’ is one of the scariest and nastiest sentences in the English language. From that moment on, we were thrown into a world of new information, decisions, doctors and medications. We know this because that sentence was once said to us. We were afraid, overwhelmed and didn’t know where to turn.
Childhood cancer has become a presence in our lives and so has the notion of life’s fragility and impermanence. We have since dedicated a lot of time in the battle for a cure and I graciously ask that you please join us in the quest of kicking childhood cancer where it hurts. Please join us on facebook ‘childhood Cancer Soccerfest’ or www.childhoodcancersoccerfest.com .
I am going to end the blog now. So, I shall end where I began.
My family and I can’t go back. We can’t have the cancer-free thoughts that we had when we lived on the other side of the fence. The suffering of children with cancer is all around us. It is incredibly hard to make sense of it, although no sense one will ever understand.
…. Thank you for all your support along the way. As the battle for a cure continues, your support of the Childhood Cancer Soccerfest is as always much appreciated.
