In Honor of Tucker Gromosiak, CureSearch Donation Page
RSGCCRM: Raise a Sh*t-ton of Green for Childhood Cancer Research Month Millennium
My now 12-year-old son, Tucker, was diagnosed with stage III cancer at age seven on April 13, 2012. His diagnosis: Rhabdomyosarcoma of the prostate. Don’t worry. We had never heard of it either. It’s a rare childhood cancer afflicting like 25 boys per year or something.
Needless to say, that tragic day gave Tucker’s father & me a whole new meaning to the words “Friday the 13th”. #JasonHasNothingOnCancer
Tucker was in 1st grade at the time. He, his twin brother, Kellen, & I had recently moved to Hudson from North Canton in August 2011, after their father, Mike, & I had amicably separated. Another change wasn't what we were looking for, especially one so devastating.
Quite obviously, childhood cancer is something I’d like to personally eradicate from this earth. I’ve heard & seen things you can only & cannot imagine. Children are being tortured, *yestortured*, for the “greater good”... for lack of a better term. Don’t get me wrong; I don’t hate childhood cancer treatment. It saved my kid’s life. I’m outstandingly grateful we live in a First World Country where cancer treatment is available. Life has no guarantees & living a cancer-free life is not a right in our Constitution. Having said that, I wouldn’t mind seeing a nice little serum wrapped up all cutesy in a syringe, sitting upon my doorstep, within the next week.
...or a “cure," A non-torturous one at that, please.
Better yet, a vaccine.
Alas, we all know that’s not going to happen... THIS week. What I do hate is what Tucker went through while receiving chemo & radiation, & the side effects he continues to endure due to his lifesaving treatment: incontinence & ankle neuropathy, aka: foot drop.
I’m pretty sure mostly everyone on this planet is aware of what childhood cancer is, so I’ve taken the liberty of officially declaring September & every other month — at least on MY Facebook page & wherever else I feel like it—as "Raise a Sh*t-ton o’ Green for Childhood Cancer RESEARCH Month/Millenium... or RSGCCRM.
Nevertheless, I shall remain in the spirit of the cancer holidays & honor those who invented Childhood Cancer Awareness Month & National Cancer Survivors Day & any other day by offering some childhood cancer “awareness” in the form of Facebook posts/blogs.
Hey, I’m all original like that.
Please be advised, the blogs will not provide for you a list of statistics, links, or a huge rant on how I’m all ‘Marsha Brady bitter’ & hate everyone, but simply, Tucker’s story, from his mother’s perspective.
I’ve created this CureSearch donation site so that you may donate - each & every day - 50% of your savings, checking, retirement, vacation, kid’s college, future home mortgage, rainy day, kid’s piggybank, stolen wallets, & outright Scrooge funds to the aforementioned cause. That is how you’ll thank me for stealing five to thirty minutes of your precious day, should you choose to read, of course. Some days I’ll write a little (arguable term), some days a lot. Depends on my mood & the topic at hand. The things I’ve writen about will be stuff I may have discussed before, or things on which I’ve briefed only a very few people, or things I’ve never ever talked about for whatever reason, or things I’ve selectively & unselectively forgotten about & stashed so far back in my mind that it’s going to take a construction crew & Geraldo Rivera to get them out. #JimmyHoffaIsAlive
K, bad example.
BOTTOM LINE: My goal here is to RAISE MONEY. I know posting a CureSearch link every day isn’t going to cut it. Therefore, I feel I must drive people mad with my ramblings until they beg me to stop. Yet, I won’t stop until eight trillion is raised.
So, as always, read, don’t read, give, don’t not give (see what I did there?), hide me, don’t hide me, unfriend, don’t unfriend, like, don’t like, comment, don’t comment, share, don’t share... but SHARE. Blah blah. No one is holding you down & I expect nothing...
...except a buncha cold hard cash sitting in this childhood cancer research fund. No pressure though.
DISCLAIMER: Please be warned, I have hired a few members of the Slovenian mafia, my always-trustworthy Bloods & Crips boys, a crap-load of huge muscular headhunters, various members of ISIS, & Butch from the Little Rascals to rough up a punk if you don’t at least give five measly dollars to my little fundraiser. I HAVE WAYS OF KNOWING, PEOPLE. #SnowdenWorksForMe
DONATE. Children & future children are depending on you! #GuiltTrip
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