Like the true criminal it is, cancer doesn’t discriminate. It cares not about destiny or achievements, nor does is consider purpose. There is no hierarchy or class that is immune.
This sweet boy taught my daughter to walk, picking her up every time she fell, both laughing hysterically. When he came to my house he requested water to drink “because the juice is unhealthy.” His fear of being stung by a bee would send him running inside the house whenever something buzzed by his ear.
I know you know this boy, we all do.
The boy who lights up the room when he walks into it, who sees the good in everyone, whose laugh is contagious.
His name is Noah and this handsome, curious, polite boy lost his battle with cancer on his mother’s birthday.
We don’t like these types of stories, we want to ignore them. They are too sad, so we turn the page, scroll past them, change the channel.
Noah and his family have been to hell and back. They could have used this pain as ammunition to fuel resentment. Instead, they sit on a committee that plans opportunities to give back to POGO, the organization that supported them during Noah’s battle.
POGO stands for Pediatric Oncology Group of Ontario. They support pediatric cancer care professionals, provide families with services and programs to meet the needs of kids with cancer, as well as offering support for survivors.
We need to stop tuning out, scrolling past and turning the page. There are many Noahs who need us to listen.
On September 9, a community of young warriors, and the loved ones who will do anything for them are attending the KW Run for POGO.
On this day they will give their support to the organization that has been supporting them, in hopes of raising awareness and funds.
I will be there for Noah, the boy who was terrified of bees but bravely faced childhood cancer.
Watch my interview with Dr. Jodi Rosner, the founder of this event:
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