How do you ask someone to help save your child's life? With April 13th and Great Strides looming in the wake of the new year, I can't help but lose sleep over it. In school I used to sell candy to try to win a CD player or fund my way into sixth grade camp. There was never any harm done if I didn't quite sell enough candy, I never obsessed over the neighbors houses that I didn't visit or the relatives I neglected to call in hopes of winning even the smallest prize in the catalogue.
These days I am still fundraising, but its for something that means so much more than any prize I ever could have won in elementary school. It's something that I am so emotionally and physically involved in that sometimes it Is hard to keep my sanity. It's my son's life. Every day we fight as a family to stay on top of his medication and his treatments and keeping him as healthy as humanly possible for a child with a chronic lung, pancreas, and liver disease. As the new year approaches I will have another fight to face.
Fundraising when the goal is a cure for my son, so that his life will continue on way beyond 37, when it has no monetary value is impossible to set a dollar sign to. So where do you go from here? How much is my sons life worth to you? Has he ever smiled at you? Maybe he has made you smile? He's three so maybe he has been shy around you? Given you a high five? Maybe you have never even met him, is his life still worth something to you?
Every year I feel as though I harass my friends and family (through Facebook) and other outlets as I try to not get emotionally invested in my pleas for money for the CF Foundation. The hard fact is I rely on anyone who could possibly help me raise just a little more money no matter the amount. I absolutely hate asking for charity; But when the stakes are so high I have to. So as April 13th draws near, please don't be annoyed by my quest to raise money. If you would like to donate, walk with us, maybe even just to walk with us in spirit and help us raise more money we would love to have you on the Jack Pack.
Sincerely,
The lady whose crazy about her son
These days I am still fundraising, but its for something that means so much more than any prize I ever could have won in elementary school. It's something that I am so emotionally and physically involved in that sometimes it Is hard to keep my sanity. It's my son's life. Every day we fight as a family to stay on top of his medication and his treatments and keeping him as healthy as humanly possible for a child with a chronic lung, pancreas, and liver disease. As the new year approaches I will have another fight to face.
Fundraising when the goal is a cure for my son, so that his life will continue on way beyond 37, when it has no monetary value is impossible to set a dollar sign to. So where do you go from here? How much is my sons life worth to you? Has he ever smiled at you? Maybe he has made you smile? He's three so maybe he has been shy around you? Given you a high five? Maybe you have never even met him, is his life still worth something to you?
Every year I feel as though I harass my friends and family (through Facebook) and other outlets as I try to not get emotionally invested in my pleas for money for the CF Foundation. The hard fact is I rely on anyone who could possibly help me raise just a little more money no matter the amount. I absolutely hate asking for charity; But when the stakes are so high I have to. So as April 13th draws near, please don't be annoyed by my quest to raise money. If you would like to donate, walk with us, maybe even just to walk with us in spirit and help us raise more money we would love to have you on the Jack Pack.
Sincerely,
The lady whose crazy about her son
