World Cancer Day

Seems an odd day. Maybe just to me. Maybe to others who have lost someone to the jerk that is cancer. To me, days are about celebrating.  I have nothing to celebrate when it comes to cancer. To those who have fought cancer and won, perhaps. I get it. It is a day of celebration, of triumph. If I'm honest, I'm jealous. I would never wish ill on anyone, but I can wonder why my baby girl didn't get to be so fortunate. Why she didn't get to come out on the other side of this horrible diagnosis. I can only hope that one day, some way, some how we can make her death mean something more. That her loss can bring life to those who find themselves forced into the same nasty war that she was. 

From her healthiest stay this summer, during Childhood Cancer Awareness month.