Holy Mackerel

I hesitated to talk about this, but I so want to and need to, so I will. It's just a very sad, very difficult topic, and we've all had enough sadness, I think. This story comes very close to home, however. Too close for comfort. And I think it's something we all need to be more aware of, regardless of its horror. I've decided I know way too many little children who have died. There is something so wrong with that. A little while ago, I talked about a little boy named Dante who had Stage 4 Neuroblastoma , the same type of cancer my son "Dennis" had as a baby. Little Dante passed away last Tuesday, Jan. 6, in the arms of his mom and dad. He suffered with this cancer for a year, which was half his very short life. He fought hard, going through more than most people go through in a lifetime. So many of these children do, and that's the horror of it. Neuroblastoma is a nasty cancer, not that there is such a thing as a "good" cancer. The problem with ...

On a less cheery note than yesterday's post (sorry, everyone...can you tell I'm in the depths of a depression?), I was surfing my fave blogs, and came upon Dawn's blog, titled " Because I Said So" , a great site if you have the chance to check it out. Her latest post was about a little boy named Dante, aka Trooper. This little boy is fighting for his life, going through his lifelong battle with a cancer called Neuroblastoma (see here for the full story). He's losing the fight, which is something I cannot imagine going through as a parent, although we ourselves came close more than once with our son, and we know many other parents who have had to deal with losing their child in exactly this manner. Please take a look at Dante's story, and send him a little of your love.