September is nearly over. You know what that means, “Childhood Cancer Awareness” month is drawing to a close. I had big hopes for September this year. My ultimate goal remains that Gold:September will soon be as wide-spread as, and synonymous with Pink:October. For weeks, I have been in the middle of writing a post about all which has been unraveling surrounding my plight, and the plight of some of your favorite PaxLovers (LaLa, Erin, Dan, Meg, Allison, and Matt). Everytime I turn around, it seemed as though a new development has unfolded. In the end, I decided my energy would be better spent trying to make a real difference in this fight than to stop, even for a minute, to document my thoughts about how it shouldn’t be this hard to get people to pay attention to childhood cancer.
There are some special people, in high places, who are paying attention…and joining our fight. One of the accomplishments I’m most proud of are the many different Proclamations that officially declared September Childhood Cancer Awareness month. Mayor Tom Barrett, City of Milwaukee, lead the way. Without pause – he declared September Childhood Cancer Awareness month in Milwaukee – in your honor. Following Mayor Barrett was Steve Ponto, Mayor of the City of Brookfield and David Ament; Mayor of the City of New Berlin; as well as a personal favorite of mine – Dan Vrakas, County Executive of Waukesha County.
In less officious forms, several communities actively generated awareness as well. On September 20th, PAX Luminary bags lined the streets of neighborhoods all around the Milwaukee area. There were also several individuals who put a twist on the now infamous ALS Ice Bucket Challenge and chose PAX as their foundation of choice. In fact, close to $1,500 was donated to your foundation throughout the month. The timing couldn’t have been more appropriate.
Unfortunately, there are some seriously disappointing events which have resulted from my efforts to keep Childhood Cancer Awareness on the forefront of peoples’ minds. These unfortunate occurrences have sent Momma into a tailspin. After much consideration, I refuse – simply refuse to give them any god damn air time – for now. For now, Sweet Boy. But as I always tell you, in time, “…shit always floats to the top”.
One thing I must give air time to is the refusal of the Empire State Building to light up Gold for one night during the month of September. The thousands of requests which have been made by desperate, yet hopeful, parents have been denied for some seriously lame ass reasons. The ESB lights up for pretty much every cause out there, but apparently childhood cancer is not worthy enough to be one of them. One night last week, it was lit green to promote the premiere of the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles movie. Promise.
During your treatment, and nearly every.single.day.since, I felt overcome by the overwhelming notion that you were being experimented on like a lab rat. I don’t understand how you had the biggest team in the history of Oncology at CHW, composed of the smartest people across the land, and no one could come up with an answer….not a single fucking answer. It still burns my soul that your death certificate, which I will never open, but inherently know lists your official cause of death as, ‘undifferentiated sarcoma’. To those who are lucky enough to remain blissfully unaware of the world of childhood cancer, “undifferentiated” loosely translates to: “We don’t really know what kind of cancer your baby has…and without knowing what we’re treating, we couldn’t identify a protocol to treat him. So he died.”
I refuse to turn the other cheek and accept that more strides haven’t been made in the world of childhood cancer. It didn’t take long to learn that childhood cancer seems to be a dirty little secret that nobody wants to talk about. But, if nobody is telling the story of childhood cancer, research is not being done because the funding is just not there. Without the proper funds, cures will not be found and kids will continue have the same grim outcomes. Until things change, I plan on fighting the only way I know how. The way that you taught me – by being as spicy as possible.
Through my new network of parents, who belong to the “club” no one wants to be a member of, I started to hear the soft roars of brave parents who are trying to accomplish some of the same things I am – only to be met by one brick wall after another. As the month moved on, these soft roars became louder and louder. Eventually it seemed as if the entire world (at least in my corner of the universe) was entranced by this very important issue. A social media campaign was launched with the hashtag #empiregogold. Thousands of people started voicing their opinions on this matter to any and all Empire State social media pages. The outrage intensified when they noticed their posts about anything childhood cancer related, started to disappear as well as pictures of their children. It was as if, much like our beloved babies, this “dirty little secret” was expected to die and be buried.
The Empire State Building grossly underestimated the advocates of childhood cancer community. We are not merely promoting a Hollywood film, or a front-runner for a Democratic Convention, and we could give a shit about the release of Mariah Carey’s new CD. We aren’t merely advocates – we are parents. Parents who were forced to watch our child fight for his/her life…while we helplessly stood by and watched them slowly die. We are parents trying to change a very dark world by giving it a beam of golden light to help ignite this change. We are simply trying to give other kids a chance so they can grow up to do the amazing things that I know you would have done.
I want a face-to-face with the heartless bastard who operates the ESB. I wouldn’t need, nor want much of his time. In fact, I’d simply ask him one question, just one:
“What if it were your child?”
What’s that you say?
If it were your child, you would want the best awareness, funding, and treatments possible so you wouldn’t have to kiss your baby’s urn every night instead of tucking him into bed?
That’s what I thought you said.
Close those baby blues and sleep tight lil’ one. If you need me, just call my name.
Stay with me, Sweet Boy.