Disgustingly Normal

I don’t think we will ever get used to or get over the feeling of our stomachs sinking every time Brooklyn goes under anesthesia. I have lost...

I Trust Anyway

I lay here next to my 9-year-old son in his hospital bed. I stay close. When the next seizure starts, I’ll be able to reach the round red ale...

You Wrote The Next Chapter

Only 4 percent of federal cancer research funding goes to childhood cancer, and you didn’t let that discourage you. You decided to do somethi...

I Hope I Always Have Tears

No matter how much we plan or how well we deal with grief it finds ways to sneak in. It found me recently when I shared a little about Quinn, m...

2016 Butterfly Awards

Each year, Children’s Cancer Research Fund presents Butterfly Awards to individuals, organizations and teams who have contributed significant...

Drawing the Line

Brooklyn was 2½ when we went to get her hair cut for the first time.  Her long, blonde, curly hair was reduced to an adorable pixie cut.  Sh...

An Out

The only “birthday” we celebrated with my daughter, Quinn, was in our arms on the day of her actual birth. She passed away two days short o...

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