September is Childhood Cancer Awareness month. As if there's been a month of my conscious life that I haven't been aware of childhood cancer. Even if I hadn't dedicated my professional life to it. Even if September had not been awarded this designation. September is the month that we lost my sister (coming up on 41 years, now) and it's a reminder of the space she left in our family that has never been filled. The pain changes, but it's never gone, and the impact of losing her to this brutal disease is never diminished, it only morphs into different manifestations. Hi everybody, I am your ambassador of how childhood cancer fucks up lives forever and though I am not special in this--it obviously affects many kids and families--I also have a slightly skewed perspective because my job gets me a front row seat to other people's pain so maybe I assume people think about childhood cancer more than they would ever have to, so that's why we need a month like this (don't even get me started on the state of healthcare in this country).
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