09/12/2025
September is Childhood Cancer Awareness Month, and for us, those words are not just symbolic—they are our lived reality. My son has faced relapse, endured remission, and undergone CAR T-cell therapy, treatments so intense that they take away the very essence of childhood. Cancer doesn’t just attack the body—it steals moments that can never be returned. It takes away the chance to make friends at school, to laugh and run at recess, to learn by making silly mistakes.
To fish at the lake on a summers morning, to laugh until their stomachs hurt, to run, to play, to just be. It takes away birthdays celebrated without hospital walls, family dinners without fear, and nights of sleep without worry. It forces a child to sacrifice every part of innocence, joy, and normalcy in exchange for a battle that no adult should ever have to fight—yet somehow, our children stand at the front lines. Childhood cancer doesn’t just steal hair, energy, or time—it steals childhood itself. Childhood cancer brings life to a halt and forces our children to sacrifice everything that makes those years magical—just to stand at the front lines of a fight they never asked for. My son is more than brave; he is living proof of resilience. But awareness isn’t just about bravery—it’s about acknowledging the unimaginable cost these kids pay for the chance to keep living. 💛
This month is more than a cause—it’s a reminder. September is about honoring the bravery of children like Lincoln, who face the unimaginable with courage beyond their years. It’s about remembering the children who didn’t get the chance to grow up, and about fighting for the ones still in the battle. For me, September will always carry the weight of what was lost, but also the gratitude that Lincoln is here, a living testament to resilience, strength, and love. He is my hero, my heart, and my reason for wearing gold. 💛
