My blog is under some sort of spam attack, as they’re getting through my filter and are even flooding my email now via my comment form. I deactivated commenting on posts older than 14 days, but that did nothing, as the attack simply moved to the most recent post. I’ve been trying to keep up with deleting them, but they’re coming in so fast. I’ll do my best to get them deleted while Woy LAYS DOWN THE SPAM HAMMER OF THOR on those jagoffs.
We’ve kind of slowed down on the donations, stuck where we are for a time now, so I wanted to maybe try to give you another nudge in the direction of the PayPal button over there. Here is an entry from Genre’s mother that also illustrates the heavy burden a child with cancer carries at all times — worry and fear.
Genre had a bump on his head. It was obviously a bug bite. (Even though it wasn’t, it looked like a mosquito bite that was swollen a little.) The kids were joking and having a good time, except Genre. He wasn’t joining in the fun and he looked like something was on his mind. I asked him what was wrong and he acted like he didn’t want to tell me at first. I pressed him a little for an answer. He looked at me very seriously and he said, “Momma, do you think that the bump on my head is like the bump they found on [name redacted]?” She is a friend from the hospital and she found her type of cancer with a lump on her chest.
Fighting back the flood of tears raging behind my eyeballs, I assured him that the bump on his head was not a tumor. I promised him that it was a bug bite. He looked at me and smiled with so much relief in his eyes. THOSE are some of the hardest moments. Realizing how much of Genre’s childhood has changed is the really hard part. Knowing that, instead of my son being irritated because his bug bite itches, he is worried that it is a tumor, weighs so heavy on my heart.
If that’s not a kick in the pants to the general direction of your wallet, take a look at a Genre’s mediport, a permanent fixture on a child’s body for as long as they’re fighting cancer, as this is how the chemotherapy is administered into their bodies:
“THAT’S NOT WHAT I COME TO THIS BLOG TO SEE.”
“DID YOU REALLY HAVE TO POST THAT?! I WAS ABOUT TO EAT A DELICIOUS PASTRY!”
I get that. It’s hard to see. I’m sorry if it upsets you.
But that’s what these young children are dealing with, living with, suffering with, feeling. That’s what hurts them sometimes and scares them sometimes … and all I’m asking you to do is look at it.
I think we have the lesser of the two evils.
Imagine that’s a picture of your child. I can’t even.
I so much want to get to that $10,000 so we can move on with the business of making these kids’ illnesses a tiny bit more bearable. I hope you can find a few bucks to join me. And I’m eternally grateful if you already have.
OK. BRB. Going to go destroy some more spammers.