Kids Deserve to be Kids
Today's chapter is going to be hard but it's something I felt I needed to write.
I've loved kids all my life. I've got four crazy little siblings, all whom have made my life a million times better in many, many ways.
So, I've been coming a lot more aware of a heart wrenching reality. Childhood cancer.
Some of you may know that I have a character in a couple of my novels who's going through this, and I almost feel guilty. I could never capture the reality of what this monster that is cancer does to our children. Our children.
I'm not in ANY way, saying adult cancer is any less horrific. But I feel our kids with cancer aren't talked about enough. I was aware of it before, but at the same time I really wasn't.
Kids get cancer too. An average of sixty kids are diagnosed with cancer in the average time it takes to play a football game. And the government, in my home country, the US, only gives 4% of funding to these kids. That's not enough. Our children are worth more than 4%. So much more.
You may be thinking, "Yes, it's awful, but there's nothing we can do."
There is. Awareness goes a long way. If we can get more people to know of this reality, we can join our voices and maybe one day, be loud enough to catch the attention of the government. It is possible. Nothing is impossible, with God on our side.
If not us than who?
Our children deserve more. They deserve to be kids. They deserve to run around, play with their friends, have a first love. Kids deserve to grow up.
Children are just beginning to discover the wonders of life! They shouldn't be forced to comprehend the concept of death.
Please. Spread awareness. Get passionate.
If you or any of your friends have Instagram, please follow one (or more) of these accounts:
@hannahshappybundles
@moments.of.hope
@childhoodcancerwarriors
Please say an extra prayer tonight for these strong warriors. Both those you have passed and those still with us. Let's go gold for these children. They are worth more than 4%.🎗
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