The ides. Of March. Of course, Caesar had a warning about the grave peril he faced that day. A whole host of other people I know have had their warnings as well. They didn't come with a specific date, just a diagnosis: your child has neuroblastoma.
These kids have died. Cruelly. Brutally. Wrongly. Some this weekend. All in the past few weeks.
I never dreamed, in all my life, that I would know so many kids who died.
I'm angry. When I am angry, I work harder. I invite you to work with me, whether it is with the Children's Neuroblastoma Cancer Foundation, NB Alliance, Neuroblastoma Foundation, Friends of Will, Max's Ring of Fire, Band of Parents, Erin's Dream Lanyards, or any other neuroblastoma fundraising group that you know of. Don't get sidetracked. Don't have a short attention span. Don't be put off by the pain of children dying.
There are plenty of kids that will benefit from NB research: Hans, Will, Toby, Dylan, Sam F., Anna and thousands more that I don't know. We just need to get to work and stay on task.
Reach out and help.
Can't come? Send beads.
No time to shop? Send your old unwanted or broken jewelry (we will re-purpose).
Not into jewely? Send a contribution.
Broke? Call, email, leave a comment. I will figure out a way that you can help.
Fight On! Just as Erin and all the other kids did. . . until their last breath.