Merry-Go-Round

Air raid from every angle, battlefield on all sides It seems attacks are on, everything that my heart finds. A heart once full of sunshine, rainbows and innocence Now holds together with duck tape, glue and a sad stitch. My heart still beats with little cracks, pieces chipped and shattered This merry-go-round of insanity, it just…

Being Thankful

Holidays and celebrations have taken on a whole new meaning for me since Aidens diagnosis. Every holiday is a refection of where we were the previous years and a gratefulness for more time. October 2016, Aiden had just gotten out of surgery, unable to walk or talk.  I think back to this time and it…

“Finally a F#&%ing Break!”

I have tried to be positive but it just seemed since December it was bad news after bad news.  This last MRI I prepared myself for the worst. We had even talked about taking Aiden off the Chemo if it once again showed it was not working. Seeing the strain the chemo puts on his body has been so heartbreaking, every round just getting harder and harder to see him go through. I have been so focused on creating the best experiences for the boys and memories, living life to the fullest with the time we have.

Shave for a Cure

On Monday,  The University of Ottawa Faculty of Medicine Smiling Over Sickness Group hosted their annual Shave for a Cure event in support of Childhood Cancer Canada. Every year, medical students raise funds, cut their luscious locks and shave their heads in support of Childhood Cancer Research. It was an honour to speak at this event…

Why not?

Sitting on a train, this time so different. I am not heading to Sick Kids (well not really) I am not lugging a wheel chair and feeding pump and meds. I am not sitting with a sick child sleeping on my lap. I have myself and headphones. I am smiling, I feel worry free, I…

In the News

This week has been trying in the news and has impacted me more then I can really explain. How can I feel such emotions for people I have never met? The news of Johnathan Pitre left me in sobbing tears as I pictured his mother by his hospital bed everyday and the familiarity just hit…

Time

Growing up I felt like I had all the time in the world. I was carefree and invincible. I believed in infinite possibilities. My friends and I would make up dances on the beach, we would climb tress and make forts. We jumped out of barns onto piles of hay or snow boarded down the…