The world hands us difficulties. Jennifer has been handed a bonanza-a nasty kind of cancer, no one should ever have. Ewing's Sarcoma is a childhood cancer. It's not the glamour cancer that breast cancer has become. I suppose it's because so many people have breast cancer, it only makes sense that the research dollars should go this way. But, what about the "freak" cancers, as Jennifer likes to call them. There are no pink ribbons or walkathons for them. There is no great politician, that I know of to champion these lesser known, and dare I say, lesser cared about cancers. Children have no vote. My daughter can vote, but, her lone vote does not matter. She's a 25 year old with a classic childhood cancer.
I don't begrudge anyone the benefit of the research done for breast cancer, my mom and grandmother are both survivors of breast cancer, both having mastectomies. This is a wonderful thing.
The picture above was in Jennifer's art show, that won acclaim around the area, and why she never ended up on Oprah, I'll never know. It was so poignant and beautiful.
So, without saying it, you can guess, it's rearing it's ugly head. The cancer nightmare has returned. She doesn't want to go through the treatment. Someone so young shouldn't give up. Oh my goodness, she does not know what she's doing to us. Woes me.
