Showing posts with label st baldricks. Show all posts
Showing posts with label st baldricks. Show all posts

Wednesday, January 1, 2014

Cheers!

It’s about that time again! Tax season is officially knocking on my door.

This year is already different, as some staffing changes have meant some shifts in responsibilities. We’re adjusting and adapting, but it’s different. Knew it would be, but until you’re really in it, it’s always hard to know for sure.

I’m feeling really glad still that I decided to take the semester off from school – I think it just would be too much. I’m starting to feel like I’m actually finally recovering a little bit from the overwhelming fall that I had. I’m afraid that if I tried to take on a couple of classes during this tax season, I’d likely push myself right over the proverbial edge!

I’ve been doing some reading, and will have a couple of book reviews up soon.

I’m not one who typically does New Years Resolutions, but I’m trying hard to make me a focus this year. I spent a great deal of 2013 feeling spread very thin. I took on a LOT, even for me, and I felt it. I was tired – exhausted really, a lot of the time. I didn’t do as well as I should have with some of my course work, missing a couple of (very minor) deadlines, which was out of character for me. I accomplished a lot, but did so at the expense of time with my family, and taking care of myself. SO. I have decided that I really have to do a better job of focusing on myself and the relationships that I treasure. One of the first things I’m doing is making it a point to drink more water. I’m going to just take each thing a step at a time and work on little habits to make me a better Megan!

Oh!! I nearly forgot! Last spring I told you guys about Jeep participating in a St. Baldrick’s Event – this year it will be the ladies’ turn!! My daughter and I will be shaving our heads for pediatric cancer research in May!! You can scope out some of the details here, and I’ll be updating on the blog as well.

Happy New Year, Momsensers – here’s to 2014 being our best year ever!

Wednesday, August 7, 2013

First Day of School, First Impressions

Today was our first day of school. I celebrated by promptly screwing up the bus schedule, and as a result, had to drive my brand new middle-schooler to school.

He was up & dressed, teeth brushed and bag packed in plenty of time. We were hanging out outside, snapping a few photos when the bus went by at the end of our road. Our Wednesday schedule results in students having a later start time than the rest of the week, allowing for collaborative teacher meetings. For the elementary kids, school starts an hour later. For the secondary kids, it’s only 45 minutes. I assumed it was the same hour, thus  the missing of the bus. Oops.

After I got him safely delivered to school, I returned home, sent my husband off to work, checked on the elementary kids (and verified their bus schedule!) and then uploaded a photo from my phone to my Facebook, sharing his “First Day of School” image with friends and family.

It was then that I noticed his shirt.

He’s a Minecraft fan, and we picked up several t-shirts featuring Creepers a few weeks ago. I assumed one of those would be his first day shirt.

I was wrong.

Today, my son wore his St. Baldrick’s shirt.

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His first day in a new, much bigger school, his first chance to make impressions on potential friends and his new teachers, and he quietly made the statement that Childhood Cancer Sucks.

He’s got a gold ribbon on his bag, too. (It’s right under that Chewbacca. Chewie stayed home though.)

It’s enough to burst my heart from my chest. That boy will make waves in the fight against childhood cancers. I’m proud to be his mom.


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Saturday, May 11, 2013

Yesterday

It should be such a good week.

It WAS such a good week.

I finally treated myself to a DSLR camera, which I had wanted for a very long time, and just couldn’t justify. It was a want, not a need, and let’s face it moms, wants aren’t typically at the top of our “get” list.

It was finals week, and I was feeling good about my classes, and getting to take a few weeks off before summer session starts.

School is nearly over, and it’s time for the fun, year-end stuff. We’ve been planning a fun trip to an amusement park for the 6th grade, and we’ve had a blast with fundraising. We go on Tuesday, and I’m super-excited.

And then? Yesterday happened.

Part of yesterday I cannot yet talk about specifically. I know that I have friends who are hurting, and that there will be more hurt before healing comes. I’m hurting. A relationship, one that we hoped would grow and flourish, and be wonderful for so many people, is being pulled apart. Not by the parties in that relationship, but by others, higher up, who don’t know. Who don’t understand. It’s painful, and going to get worse.

And after spending time with some of those most directly impacted, wounded by what is coming, I came home and found more bad news.

Naomi, a sweet two year old little girl who lives in my community with her mom, dad, her four year old sister and one year old brother, was just diagnosed with neuroblastoma. Another baby, whose life is now forever changed by the monster that is childhood cancer. Another family, stopped in their tracks, and entering a new normal, on that involves oncologists, MIBG, CT, TPN, DX, stem cell rescue, chemotherapy, radiation, and hopefully sooner rather than later, NED.

It was enough to destroy me last night. I lost it.

Today? It’s enough to strengthen my resolve. Reaffirms for me that, no matter what, I cannot stop fighting for these kids. All the kids.

Tomorrow is a new day, with new challenges and new successes.

I need a few successes for a minute, though. Please.

Sunday, April 28, 2013

The “Why”

Friday night, I was as proud as I could possibly be of my boy.

This guy:
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Became this guy : Jeep's After Picture

And donated this:

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to help a child who has lost their hair to a medical condition. He went ahead and raised money for St. Baldrick’s while he was at it, raising over $3,200.
(I gotta be honest. Right now? Still pretty proud.)
I forget sometimes though that people don’t know why we care this much. Why my son, at 9 years old, decided to grow his hair until it would be long enough to donate. Why he smiled through three years of being mistaken for a girl, and endured endless questions about when he was going to cut that hair.  I hope it helped him that his dad and I were so supportive of what he was doing, that we never hesitated to explain to people that we were incredibly proud of what he was doing and why.
You see, our awareness of the reality of childhood cancers began in 2005, when Jeep was just 4. A little girl in his Sunday School class was diagnosed with Stage IV Neuroblastoma, an aggressive cancer of the adrenal system. Her diagnosis came just days before her fifth birthday. Her name is Morgan, and she was our friend. And so? We talked about it. Morgan was sick, and the doctors were going to have to try to make her better. It was going to make her hair fall out, and there would be lots of Sundays that she wouldn’t be at church with us.
When Jeep started kindergarten a little over a year later, Morgan was a first grader at our school, and we saw her after school every day, when she was well enough to be there. You see, the treatment protocol for neuroblastoma involves several rounds of chemo, surgery to remove as much of the solid tumor as possible, maybe more chemo, some radiation, then a bone marrow aspiration in the hopes that they can get clean marrow. Why do they need clean marrow? Because they then attack the body with enough chemical to kill off the marrow still in the body of an innocent child, and then they return the “clean” marrow to the child and hope it sticks.  Then there are days, weeks, months of isolation. The fear of contracting an illness before the marrow has fully recovered is overwhelming. Your bone marrow is what provides you with your immune system, and for a child who is already weakened by chemo, and who has no immune system, a simple cold that inconveniences you or I? It could be a death sentence.
Morgan’s cancer wouldn’t give up, but neither would her family. Her mom and three younger sisters packed up and they went to New York to be part of a clinical trial, hoping that it would be her cure. Lots of times, her scans would show improvement, things would look better and better, and then? A new spot. Another tumor.
Eventually, after fighting for more than half of her life, on October 2nd of 2010, Morgan passed away.
Early in Morgan’s treatment cycle, we connected with another family whose 2  year old was diagnosed with the same cancer, about 2 weeks after Morgan’s diagnosis. The girls underwent essentially the same treatments, just a week or two apart. Colette is a survivor, but the impact of the treatments on her body are still very much an unknown. Her hearing was severely compromised, and she wears hearing aides now. She’s still to young to know for sure what the impact may be for her in regards to her reproductive system, and the risk of secondary cancers as a direct result of the treatments she received are very high.
In 2011, another friend’s son was diagnosed with medulloblastoma, a brain tumor. Again, treatments, surgery, more treatments.
The part that crushes me is that when you see marketing from cancer fundraisers, you frequently will see young kids. What you don’t see, the reality of it is this:
  • There are 12 primary forms of pediatric cancers.
  • 1 in 330 kids will be diagnosed with some form of cancer before they are 20.
  • Most pediatric cancers are treated using lower doses of adult treatments. Research is needed to provide kids with safer treatment options, providing them with a better future.
  • Less than 5% of the federal government’s total funding for cancer research is dedicated to childhood cancers each year.
  • In 2009, the American Cancer Society spent $22 of every $100 raised on fundraising expenses, $6 on management, $14 on research for adult cancers, and spent $0.60 of that same $100 raised on research for childhood cancers. Sixty cents.
  • Worldwide, each day another 720 children are diagnosed with a form of pediatric cancer, and 250 kids lose their battle.
No one asks for cancer. Some make choices that they know carry a higher risk – smoking, sunbathing, etc, but kids?
Kids have done nothing.
Think about the people you know who have been treated for cancer. Think about how sick they were with chemo. The pain in their bodies. The surgeries. The recovery.
Now, imagine that they’re two.
THAT is why we fight. The reality of it is why I’m passionate about it, and Jeep embraced it early on.
Possibly my most favorite part of Friday night was much later, in the quiet of our own home, as we prepared to say goodnight, as I rubbed his fuzzy shorn head, I asked Jeep if he was glad he’d done it.
“Oh yeah.”
Would you do it again?
“Over and over.”

Sunday, April 21, 2013

Home Stretch!

I know I wrote about it a little bit before, but I wanted to throw this out there – we’re just 5 days away from shave day, and have $400 to go to hit our final goal of $3,000!

Incredibly proud of this boy.

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Tuesday, March 12, 2013

Overwhelmed

I'm feeling overwhelmed - both in good ways and not so good ways.
Not so good? Buried in stuff to finish with work. Even that is a positive, though. I have a job, with ample work to do. I'm behind because my husband had a wonderful opportunity arise, and he was away for training, so I was pulling more weight at home than is typical for this time of year. It's not a bad thing, per se, just has added an additional level of pressure I'm not usually facing.
More overwhelming, and in a fabulously positive way, has been the response to Jeep's fundraising event. If you've been here much at all in the past, you know that I have a heart for pediatric cancer research, support and awareness. This has been something that my oldest has embraced as well, and he's been growing his hair out to donate for the last couple of years. Just over a week ago now, he decided that he was ready to donate it, and was going to do so via a St. Baldrick's fundraiser.
We set a modest fundraising goal of $500, figuring that we should be able to attain that in the 7 weeks we had until the event.
We hit it in less than 24 hours. In less than 3 days, we'd more than doubled it. As I write this, we're at over $2,000 raised for the St. Baldrick's Foundation.
That right there? It's a good sort of overwhelmed. He's so excited about the impact he's making. I'm near tears every time I think about it. He's learning some great life lessons about giving back, too. So good.
Yeah. I'm overwhelmed. It's not a bad thing though. I'll take it.