Why, a Child?

Mary, my little grand niece, is having a very difficult time. Complications are making her suffering worse than any child should have to suffer. This miserable disease has stolen her childhood. Please take a moment to watch these kids on the link below, and please rsend positive thoughts. My great nephew, Xavior, is going to shave his head in support for her and to help raise funds for children with cancer. He's just a little guy who loves his cousin. 

Hero of the Day!

I watch this whenever I feel sorry for myself. 

And, my niece Jenny, pictured with her girls is a nurse at Good Samaritan's giving her heart and soul to help other people and their children, too. She's the Operating Room Nurse in scrubs saying she wants "her" patients to be in good hands.

I can't describe how brave this family is. I'm not skilled enough as a writer to tell you how cancer affects not only the child who has it, but how it ravages havoc in every part of the lives of all the family members. The Mother whose mixed blessing is to be a nurse so she knows more than most parent would know. The Dad, who's little girl he "can't make all better". The little Sister who is too young to be worrying about her sister, and knows about things no little girl should know. My sister and her husband, the Grandparents, who grieve not only for their little granddaughter, but for their "little girl". They can't pay their way out of this, they can't hope or pray their way out of it; they can only watch a precious little girl's childhood slip away.

I guess I hope by writing this that people will think of places like St. Judes or the cancer charity of their choice. If everyone in this country gave $1, maybe they could find a cure. I can't believe that we had enough money to send people to the moon, but we still can't cure this horrible disease.