I hate this time of year. And it's not because I dislike the holidays. I actually LOVE LOVE the holidays.
But from around Sept until Feb, I do work for the Four Diamonds Fund. Which helps with childhood cancer, which I had, without them I wouldn't have beat it.
But, I can't stand to see kids who are much younger then me not being able to beat this horrible diease.
I love doing the work, because it's showing my 3 year old, who we thought I would never ever have, t hat you need to give. And to know that some day that we will find a cure for childhood cancer, and no child will have to go through it again.
But, I was just on one of the college kids FB and saw a little boy who was maybe about 4-6 who passed away. And I am literally in tears because of it. I've met wonderful kids through my hostipal stays, I've lost contact with them, but I wonder if they survived or not. I went to summer camp, met wonderful kids, have gone back the next summer, and find out that cabin mate/best friend, passed away because of it. I met this one little boy in the hostipal, who had cancer, at the hostipal one year, he was up at PSU for their dance a thon. And the next year he was gone. Me and my family took a family with a little girl under our wing, and she was doing really good, we went to the pinic, the carnival, the harvest day for a year. She missed THON, and come to find out she passed.
So how is I survived and these kids didn't? I know I shouldn't feel guilty and what not, but how could I not feel guilty ya know?
Sorry this got kinda long, but you ladies are the only ones who know what it's like.