Childhood Cancer Awareness Month

September is Childhood Cancer Awareness Month. I know two mama's whose children are battling this dreaded disease and even though I don't know them well, I wanted to share with them something I wrote:

Dear Mama's,

I don't really know what you're going through....I can only imagine. But I imagine that you wished you had your old life back. The life where your child was carefree. The life where he played hard, laughed frequently, and didn't have a care in the world. The life where you didn't have to put on a brave face when you were out in public. The life where your tears didn't outnumber your smiles. The life where a bandaid and hug from mom was all that was needed to cure your baby. The life that didn't involve prolonged hospital stays, needle sticks, chemo, radiation, and talks about the future.

I'm SO SORRY mama's. I wish you could have your old life back. I wish God let us in on the bigger plan. I wish no child ever had to endure the nightmare that is cancer. I wish you future days with your child that are filled with love, laughter, and fun. But most of all, I wish you HOPE.

To show my support for Childhood Cancer Awareness Month, I promise to pray for both of your children and families every day in the month of September. I promise to donate to a charity supporting Childhood cancer research and I promise to hope for a cure.

"For I know the plans I have for you," declares the Lord, "plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you HOPE and a future." Jeremiah 29:11

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