Enough!

Enough! That’s how my good friend from college had to feel when yet another family member of a loved one was diagnosed with cancer. Actually, knowing Kris, her exact words were probably,“Dammit!” What can I say, she has a potty mouth and she isn’t afraid to express what is on her heart. However, she didn’t stop at putting a bar of soap in her mouth, instead she got busy and decided she was going to do something about it.
Not too long after that I got a phone call. “I want to start a team to raise money and awareness for childhood cancer and I need a team name, what do you think of ‘Delaney kicks cancer’s butt’?” (except I already told you she has a potty mouth… so it obviously wasn’t “butt”). “Hmmm…” I thought to myself, “I’d like to be able to tell Delaney what you are doing in her honor… maybe we could work on a more kid friendly name.” And that was the night we came up Delaney’s very own, “Cancer can kiss my stache!”
Now that Kris had a cool team name, she started recruiting friends to join Team in Training with her to raise money and awareness for the Leukemia & Lymphoma Society. Fast forward to today, Kris and her friends have raised almost $5,000!!!! In fact, at the time of this writing, they are just $150 shy of that aggressive goal Besides raising money, they started running… a LOT. While most of you are reading this on Sunday morning, they are running 13.1 miles! What better way to cheer them on from afar by clicking on their team link and donating a few bucks to help put them over $5,000 before they even finish this morning’s final run (here is the link for those of you that might be able to help: http://pages.teamintraining.org/sf/nikesf13/delaney#Welcome-to-our-Teams-Homepage). Regardless of whether or not they hit their “stretch goal” or not, they have already raised over $4800… and it all started with someone getting fed up with cancer and deciding to do something about it. To Kris and your teammates that are running right now, on behalf of Delaney and all of these little warriors fighting cancer, we thank you.
Speaking of enough, Delaney has had enough of the interim maintenance phase. She had her last chemo treatment in this phase on Friday. She of course, handled it like the little stud that she is and did great. It had her feeling a little under the weather Friday night, but by Saturday she was feeling well enough to play in not one, but two soccer games. On November 1st she will start the maintenance phase which she will be on until May 2015. As one of the doctor’s told us early in the process, the “maintenance phase” is almost a misnomer because it sounds like things are going to get easier. Although she won’t have to go to the doctor’s office as often, she will still have lumbar punctures, oral chemo, chemo in her port, and steroids to deal with. Just thinking of her still having to deal with all of this the next two times we do resolutions makes me want to say enough!
She has almost had enough, of soccer. Okay, not really, she still loves it but is getting very excited to start basketball. This past week she got her jersey (which she loves the fact that it is a tank top and allows her to show off her guns) and a new basketball. Before you know it, she’ll be ready to try out for the Harlem Globetrotters.
Delaney has also had enough of being bald. It was actually very sweet, her twelve year old sister came home from the mall with a hair stimulating product that she had bought for Delaney. You’ve never seen a kid so excited to take a shower! I don’t know if it really works, but Delaney’s hair is definitely coming back. What is more exciting is that she is slowly getting more comfortable with it. Saturday she got all crazy and put gel in her hair. She doesn’t have much, but the little bit of stubble she has was up in spikes. The only thing that was more spunky than her hair was her fighter’s attitude, as she has definitely had enough and more than ever wants to tell cancer that it can kiss her stache!

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19

     Growing up in Southern California had some advantages: namely a radio station called The Mighty 690.  Sure it later became a sports station and today is probably mariachi musica todo el tiempo, but back in my day, it was the thing boyhood dreams were made of.  I remember sitting excitedly by my radio with a blank cassette tape in just waiting to record the next catchy tune.  I remember one of my favorites was the song, “19” by Paul Hardcastle.

       I’ll admit to being oblivious about knowing what the song was about, but in my mind, it was cool.  I would roam around the entire house singing, ” Nineteen, nine-ni-nine-nineteen! The average age was nine-nine-nine-nineteen!”  As it turned out, the song was about the Vietnam War, and the average age of our soldiers being just 19 years old.  I was just a kid and I didn’t really think too much about the meaning of the song.  I would just sing it until The Mighty 690 played the next catchy tune.  Then I would roam around the house singing at the top of my lungs, “Like a Virgin, HEY!!!!”

       More recently, 19 (the number, not the song) took on an entirely different meaning for me.  We were still in the hospital after Delaney’s initial leukemia diagnosis trying to figure out what it all meant.  I remember the doctor’s very firmly telling us to stay off things like Wikipedia for information on survival rates, etc. and that they were comfortable putting the survival rate for her diagnosis at almost 95%.  I quickly did the math, and figured that 19 out of 20 kids that had the exact same diagnosis as Delaney would be okay.  But what about the other one…

        It didn’t take long to realize, we were among the lucky ones.  Many of these kids with cancer are much, much worse off.  Unfortunately, some of them have an almost immediate terminal diagnosis attached.  I remember talking to a friend of ours who had a daughter with heart problems.  She was telling me how she got to the point where she stopped wanting to meet other families with children with similar conditions because she knew it was just a matter of time before one of them didn’t make it.  I couldn’t help myself, I began a silent count in my head.  If Delaney was number one, Luca would be number two.  No! Please don’t let anything happen to sweet Luca.  She is so young and sweet!  The next day I met Angelo…number three.  No!  He seems like such a well mannered young man who has such a bright future!  That is a kid that will go far in life.  Not Angelo!  And on it went, and that was still our first week in the hospital.

      Once Delaney got out of the hospital, we were introduced to the social media aspect of it and the number of families and kids with cancer that we met grew exponentially.  I know most of you don’t know me personally, but contrary to what my wife says, I can actually be funny sometimes.  To me social media (ie. Facebook) was a outlet for my quarky sense of humor.  Heck, on the night of my 20th High School Reunion, my night was made not by the question of how I got down to four chins, but by the comment of our old high school quarterback (who I never knew even read any of my posts) announcing that in his opinion, I was the funniest guy on Facebook.  Sure my wedding night and the birth of my four daughters was nice, but that was my proudest moment.  Now, I’ll admit to longing for those days when I would tolerate reading your exciting posts about what kind of dressing you put on your salad, just so I could commit an entire day to responding to posts with either “What smells like mustard?” or “I would rather take a nail gun to my crotch!”  Come to think of it, maybe my wife is right.

       Now my Facebook experience is a lot different to the point that I almost dread it.  For those of you that know me, this is like a crack addict saying, “Nahh… I’m good with just this candy cigarette.”  And with that terrible analogy, my wife scores another one!  Anyway, I still get to see the picture of toast that you posted because you were so proud it was properly cooked, but then I see yet another kid that has cancer.  I really don’t want to see anymore as sometimes I feel like I just can’t take it.  Yet, I won’t allow myself to NOT see them.  I read their bios,  learn what I can, and pray for these other little fighters.  We just got another reminder via Facebook that they aren’t all going to win the fight.  However, we have moved from being just Delaney’s advocate, to just trying to help in any way we can or continue to create awareness for all these kids that are fighting this horrible disease.  I’ve learned that when I take the time to get to know them, it is no longer about stats and numbers but instead very real people.  The reality is that most of them that do lose the battle will do so long before they even come close to turning nineteen, nine-nine-nine-nineteen. 

      Just so I don’t end this post on a Debby Downer note, I’ll leave you with this catchy little tune which if I was smart enough, I guess I would realize is actually kind of Debby Downerish in its own right.  Enjoy!