It started when I began reading The Emperor of all Maladies by Mukherjee-a book all about the history of cancer, cancer treatments (or lack thereof), and the amazing doctors who have made incredible discovers in chemotherapy and rallied together to create awareness and generate public and government funding. Then I found out my step-grandmother and a family friend were diagnosed with cancer, I started reading two blogs by mommies whose sons had Neuroblastoma (which really opened my eyes about how little we really know about cancer). All of this was really weighing one me for some reason.
When I found out that the little boy I blogged about in my last post passed away, I had myself a good cry. I listened to "Ronan" by Taylor Swift and I cried some more and decided I needed to do something.
Next September I will be wearing gold for Ronan, and Ty, and every little person who has lost their battle or is battling cancer. Next October I will be wearing pink for Trish, Peggy, Carla, and every woman whose life has been affected by this ugly disease. And hopefully the year after that, I will return to school to become a pediatric oncology nurse. It will be a long road, but I think God has handed me a road map with my destination clearly marked and all I have to do is buckle up and follow his directions.
My heart is telling me that this is the something that was supposed to come out of all of this.
Until next post, which I promise will be more fun and upbeat, here is the saddest and sweetest song. ever.