Greater Good

Donna Day 2015

I hate talking about cancer.
Especially when it has anything to do with children.
So when I am writing a post about children who have cancer or who have died because they had cancer, I have a hard time knowing what to say.
That is it.
I don’t know what to say.
I hate that.
I want to help so badly but feel like I will say something wrong or something I do say will come out the exact wrong way.
I am terrible with emotion in a really bad emotional moment.


courtesy of Sheila Quirke

I know of someone who had a child who had cancer and I didn’t know what to say/do/anything.
Granted it was eons ago but I was deer in headlights about it and I regret it to this day.
The child is now grown and thankfully amazing and great and awesome.
But I also know of children who aren’t so lucky.

Last summer, a former high school classmate of mine lost his daughter to brain cancer.
I hate that term.
He didn’t lose her.
She died.
She died of brain cancer.
On her sixth birthday.
He and I weren’t friends in high school other than maybe being in a few classes together over the years.
But here is what we did have in common: we are both parents.
The day she died, I was sitting in my living room, 400 miles away, sobbing for a little girl I didn’t know beyond pictures on Facebook.

Then there is sweet little Donna.

photo courtesy of Sheila Quirke

Donna’s Day was started to spread the word for the Donna’s Good Things St. Baldrick’s Shave event that is happening on March 28th in Chicago here.
Donna’s Good Things started out as a donation from a loved one and turned into this act of love, kindness and beauty that I cannot do justice in my own words so please, PLEASE, visit the website here to read the story.
I really don’t ask much of you beautiful readers here but I do ask you to please read Donna’s story.

I had first heard of Donna’s story through some of my Chicago blogging friends and read her journey over several days during one week.
It was one spring day that I was reading about Donna’s final day on Earth while at my kitchen table as my little daughter, the same exact age that little Donna was at the time of her death, was napping.
I hadn’t read it at the time it was written in 2009, much later, but that is beside the point.
I was shaking and gasping so loud that I noticed my computer shaking on the table.
I got up from the table, walked up the stairs and purposely woke my sleeping daughter.
Because I could.
And I held her.
Because I could.
Read Donna’s story here.

Courtesy of Sheila Quirke

My connection to Donna is through Listen to Your Mother Chicago.
I had the honor of hearing Donna’s mother, Sheila, speak at the Listen to Your Mother the following year.
Then, I had the honor of standing on the same stage and speaking at Listen to Your Mother, the following year.
Sheila is my Listen to Your Mother family.
We have since learned that another Chicago Listen To Your Mother family member is being affected by childhood cancer.
So this is what we are going to do, we head are going to  here to help.
First, please donate.
Anything you can give.

Courtesy of Sheila Quirke

We need to get educated.
Why is childhood cancer so poorly effing funded?
More children are lost to childhood cancer than to than to any other disease in the United States.
Yet, childhood cancer only receives 4% of federal funding?
That is seriously messed up.
St. Baldrick’s is doing amazing things for childhood cancer research.
If you do one thing today, give up your daily coffee and head over to this page and donate today.
For more information on creating your own event head to the St. Baldrick’s page here.
You can like Donna’s Good Things on Facebook here.

I love to write about my family, John Hughes, tacos and Bruce Hornsby. Not necessarily in that order.


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