Soap Box Special.

Picture it.

Your child is sick. Your child is battling a disease that just the word itself instills a bone chilling fear. Everyone knows someone who has battled the disease or has succumbed to it. A sister, friend, mom, dad, brother, child, adult. Whomever it was. It was scary. It could be disheartening. Many parents visit their sleeping child buried in a cemetery instead of picking them up from school.

It does not discriminate. It does not choose. It is relentless. It is atrocious.

Are you scared? I don't think that my words are actually scaring you, it is the word....CANCER.

I know so many victims of this disease. I hate the word. Some victims are survivors and some lost the battle, but won the war. Children are suffering. Adults are suffering. Parents are suffering. Grandparents are suffering. As.I.Type.This.Post.Children.Are.Suffering.

St. Jude.

A word that gives hope instead of despair. That is determined to save babies, children, moms, dad's, etc. We all want to save them. Right? We all want a cure, Right?

Well, you cannot find a cure if you are not funded. I truly believe that we are close. I also believe that the government and insurance companies and hospitals are killing our chance of this. But that is another subject for another time and only a opinion.

For now, I want to discuss what we can do. What can we do to help a hospital that has a goal to fight this battle. I want to do something.

I have always wanted to do more. But how? I don't know. I have considered many things. But I have determined that the best way to help is to bring awareness to the subject. Cancer. Oh how I hate this word.

My grandma is an angel in heaven. She died young. She had cancer.

My friends beautiful daughter fought the disease. She did this with grace. She is a warrior. She survived. But not without a big, huge fight. Her parents are in fear still to this day. Praying that the beast isn't lurking in the dark, waiting to rear it's ugly head again. Living in fear. What a disheartening thought.

My aunt, my special aunt. The first person whom I told I was pregnant. She no longer resides on earth, but still lives in my heart. I miss her.

My neighbor. A mother of younger children. Battling cancer. She will survive. I pray she will survive.

You can help without digging into your pockets. How?

Call the local hospital or cancer center. Run in a Mile Race for cancer. Walk in a walk-a-thon. Be a respite friend to a parent of a sick child. Take over care while they go to supper with their other children or to even take a shower. They usually cannot leave their sick child. Your own children can help. We all have a job. There are so many ways. Help with fundraising. You can do it.

Awareness. Are you aware?

I'm off my soap box now. This is not a downer post. Don't even go there. Nobody likes to be told that cancer can attack anyone, your own family. But you must count your blessings and do a deed. It could be something so small and with as much effort as you choose to give. Anything and Everything matters.

I'm not feeling down, I'm feeling invigorated. I can help. I will help. I love people too much to not help and most of all I love kids way to much to sit around and hope someone else is helping.