A Forgotten Thank You

Caregivers are present at the beginning, middle and end of cancer.  Caregivers are the people who go to the first doctor appointment for “ju...

859 Days

Eight hundred and fifty nine days. 859 days after our souls were crushed by the news that our toddler had blood cancer, she has completed her c...

Remembering Callie

It is with great sadness that we share our dear friend, Callie, passed away on Sat., April 7, 2018 after a two-year battle with pelvic rhabdomy...

Riding to Give Back

In his three years of participating in Great Cycle Challenge USA (GCC), Jeff Freitag has ridden 970 miles — that’s more than three times ac...

Do You Want A Warm Blanket?

The summer months were in full swing in August but my 16-year-old body was more like an 80-year-old woman’s in a nursing home. Only a few sho...

Nine Years Later

The passing of time is a gift.  I have found time cannot be grasped nor exchanged like currency but nine years after my cancer treatments conc...

I Went There Once

I went to that place once. For just a moment, I thought about what could have been, and I almost lost every spark of joy I had left. Despair al...

Today is What We Have

Connor was only 6 weeks old when he survived an emergency brain surgery.  It was in the hours of that life-changing surgery that I learned to ...

Tougher Than Rocket Science

Osteosarcoma is so overwhelmingly good at overcoming current treatments that it may just take a rocket scientist to help defeat it. Theresa Bee...

Don’t Get Me Wrong

After surviving two cancers and a bone marrow transplant (BMT), it was finally time to start school at the University of Minnesota. I worked so...

A “Button” of Bravery

Two-year-old Joey arrived at the coffee shop fast asleep and nestled against his mom, Ames, when we first met them. Tiny hearing aids poked thr...

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