Today, we celebrate three years cancer-free for my daughter, Jessie. Even as I type that, I'm somewhat in disbelief of that statement. Has it really been three years since she completed her treatments? Which also means, it's now going on 4 years since the horrible June day in 2012 that changed our lives forever.
"Three years cancer-free" is really not an accurate statement, to be honest. What I can tell you is that you're never really "free" of cancer. It's always there, lurking beneath the surface. I still have days when I will be overcome by a moment that reminds me of what Jess went through, or just how scary it all was for her, and for us. The tears can come out of nowhere. There's a fear that I know will never ever truly go away.
"Three years cancer-free" is really not an accurate statement, to be honest. What I can tell you is that you're never really "free" of cancer. It's always there, lurking beneath the surface. I still have days when I will be overcome by a moment that reminds me of what Jess went through, or just how scary it all was for her, and for us. The tears can come out of nowhere. There's a fear that I know will never ever truly go away.
Even three years later, I'm still a bundle of nerves every time we go to Loyola for her check-ups, both in the days leading up to it and the day of. I don't sleep well the night before. I don't think Jen does either. And I'm sure Jess doesn't.
It's just how things are now. I'm worried every time she has a sniffle, the slightest cough or complains of any discomfort. And I suppose that will just be the reality for Jen and me now and forever. It's an exhausting day, and the feeling of relief and elation to know that she remains healthy is impossible to describe.
I ask everyone, when you think about your charitable donations, please consider the American Cancer Society, or CURE Search or any organization funding research and support for curing cancer, and children's cancers in particular. I long for the day, when no child or parent has to hear that awful word, or has to experience the terror of diagnosis and treatment, of chemotherapy and radiation, of missing their families and friends and school while stuck in the hospital for days, weeks or months at a time. I wish no other parent will lie in bed at night, sleepless and scared and ask, "Lord, why couldn't it be me instead?"
In those dark days of 2012, if I could have traded places with her, I would have without a moment's hesitation. I still would, as it pains me to think of the things she's had to face, at the obstacles she's had to overcome. She doesn't like when I talk about trading places. I remember her telling me back then that she wouldn't want that, that she wouldn't want me to be sick. But I wish I could make it all go away, wish I could do something so she wouldn't have those memories.
I'm so grateful for the kindness and love of our family, friends and even the strangers who have each helped us throughout this journey over the past 4 years. I remember saying back then, that one of the things that kept us going was the amazing care and concern we saw from the people around us.
A little story that illustrates this was when Jess was very sick, and we were doing the CURESearch Walk to raise money for children's cancer research, we had a team for Jess. I asked one of my friends and former colleagues (the wonderful Kelsey Krzmarzick) to design a logo for Jessie's team that we could put on a t-shirt. We reached out to a local printer in Manteno to print the t-shirts. Not only did the folks at Basham's print the shirts for free, when we picked the shirts up, inside the box was an envelope. I can remember my wife Jen calling me at work and through sobs explaining to me that inside that envelope was $1,000 and a note that this was just to help us out a little. We had no connection with Basham's ever before.
That generosity was an amazement to us. I cannot count how many people we had never met before heard about Jessie, and would come up to us in the local grocery store or at the library or the park and just offer a kind touch or words of encouragement. In those darkest days, we learned that LOVE is a real thing, and it heals. It healed our broken hearts, repaired our despondent spirits. And I really believe it helped cure that damn cancer.
I sincerely love each and every one of you who has taken the time to think of and pray for Jess (and us). I ask you to celebrate Jess tonight by saying a prayer for those who are currently battling this disease, for those that did not make it to "survivorship" as they call it, and for the families that love them.
It's just how things are now. I'm worried every time she has a sniffle, the slightest cough or complains of any discomfort. And I suppose that will just be the reality for Jen and me now and forever. It's an exhausting day, and the feeling of relief and elation to know that she remains healthy is impossible to describe.
I ask everyone, when you think about your charitable donations, please consider the American Cancer Society, or CURE Search or any organization funding research and support for curing cancer, and children's cancers in particular. I long for the day, when no child or parent has to hear that awful word, or has to experience the terror of diagnosis and treatment, of chemotherapy and radiation, of missing their families and friends and school while stuck in the hospital for days, weeks or months at a time. I wish no other parent will lie in bed at night, sleepless and scared and ask, "Lord, why couldn't it be me instead?"
In those dark days of 2012, if I could have traded places with her, I would have without a moment's hesitation. I still would, as it pains me to think of the things she's had to face, at the obstacles she's had to overcome. She doesn't like when I talk about trading places. I remember her telling me back then that she wouldn't want that, that she wouldn't want me to be sick. But I wish I could make it all go away, wish I could do something so she wouldn't have those memories.
I'm so grateful for the kindness and love of our family, friends and even the strangers who have each helped us throughout this journey over the past 4 years. I remember saying back then, that one of the things that kept us going was the amazing care and concern we saw from the people around us.
A little story that illustrates this was when Jess was very sick, and we were doing the CURESearch Walk to raise money for children's cancer research, we had a team for Jess. I asked one of my friends and former colleagues (the wonderful Kelsey Krzmarzick) to design a logo for Jessie's team that we could put on a t-shirt. We reached out to a local printer in Manteno to print the t-shirts. Not only did the folks at Basham's print the shirts for free, when we picked the shirts up, inside the box was an envelope. I can remember my wife Jen calling me at work and through sobs explaining to me that inside that envelope was $1,000 and a note that this was just to help us out a little. We had no connection with Basham's ever before.
That generosity was an amazement to us. I cannot count how many people we had never met before heard about Jessie, and would come up to us in the local grocery store or at the library or the park and just offer a kind touch or words of encouragement. In those darkest days, we learned that LOVE is a real thing, and it heals. It healed our broken hearts, repaired our despondent spirits. And I really believe it helped cure that damn cancer.
I sincerely love each and every one of you who has taken the time to think of and pray for Jess (and us). I ask you to celebrate Jess tonight by saying a prayer for those who are currently battling this disease, for those that did not make it to "survivorship" as they call it, and for the families that love them.