Raising Brooklyn

Brooklyn was just 2 years old when she was diagnosed with acute lymphoblastic leukemia. An aggressive treatment protocol meant she had to re-le...

My Two Lives

I feel like I have lived two lives: my pre-cancer life and my life as a survivor. Before my diagnosis, cancer was an ambiguous word that invoke...

Caring for Connor

Advocating for your child is exhausting.  I am not talking about meeting with a teacher about make-up assignments, or an email sent to the bas...

Her Greatest Triumph

On a snow-thawing day in Minnesota, osteosarcoma survivor Anna (35) wrote a beaming message on her Facebook page: “Mila Alice was born March 2,...

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...

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