The federal government allots $5 billion a year to cancer research. FOUR PERCENT of that is for children. Their reasoning? Kids turn into adults, so it benefits them in the long run.
Childhood cancer is ugly. It’s unfair. There’s no one to blame for it. Most parents
don’t want to even think about it, because the thought of dealing with cancer
and their babies is just too much.
Childhood cancer will not go away if you ignore it. It will not go away if
you don’t read my posts. Justin is not here anymore; not on earth anyway. This little
boy, that I used to imagine growing up to be a mini-Justin Timberlake, is gone.
He had the moves, the eyes, the curly blond hair… and now I can only imagine
what he’d look like at 16. Even though it's been well over a year since he died, I still can't believe I have to tell you that he would have been the next JT, instead of showing you.
So I will keep running even though my hip is a little out of place, even
though I’m covered in scabs from a nasty fall, even though I have chafing all
over my chest from my bra, because I will not let the memory of Justin die. Not
a mile goes by I don’t think of him, even if it’s just for a fleeting second. That’s
why I ask for donations. Because if there’s any organization that’s going to
get us closer to a cure, it’s Alex’s Lemonade Stand. They lost their little
girl. They’ve lived the nightmare. They understand. Before Alex died, her
lemonade stands raised over $1 million. That’s why we’re trying to collectively
raise $1 million through the miles this month. To honor Alex, Justin, and all
the other kids that won’t live long enough to be cured of any secondary cancers
they might develop as a result of treatment.