09/01/2026
September again. 🎗️💛
Childhood Cancer Awareness Month.
Before cancer touched our lives, I knew childhood cancer existed. I cared. I felt for the families living through it.
But I didn’t really know.
I didn’t know the fear of waiting for scans, numbers, results, and answers. I didn’t know how quickly hospitals and medical language could become everyday life—or just how low the lows could be.
But I also didn’t know how much beauty we would find here.
We’ve met families and advocates who understand without needing words. We’ve watched people love our child in extraordinary ways. We’ve experienced incredible kindness, laughed when we didn’t think we could, and learned to celebrate things we once considered ordinary.
Cancer has shown us some of the worst parts of life—and, right alongside them, some of the very best parts of humanity.
I would give anything for our family never to have needed this community. But I will forever be grateful for the people this journey brought into our lives.
So this September, I’ll keep sharing. But I hope you’ll share, too.
It can’t only be cancer families talking about childhood cancer. We need you.
You don’t have to know a child with cancer to care. Share the posts. Learn the statistics. Wear the gold. Support the organizations doing the work. Say these children’s names. Listen to their families. Help people pay attention.
Cancer families are already carrying so much. We’ll keep telling our stories because our children are worth it—but we shouldn’t have to carry the responsibility of making the world care, too.
This September, please help us carry the message.
Not because childhood cancer has happened to your family.
But because it happens to children.
And that should be enough. 💛
Thank you Cara, for these words 🥰❤️🎗️🙌🏼
