January 30, 2018
I remember the day like it was yesterday, but this week marks a year from the day that my husband and I heard those dreaded words…Your daughter has Stage IV CANCER.
It was February 9th and I had just returned home from a fantastic week in Palm Springs with my girlfriends. The week prior we had taken my 9-year old, London, to the doctor for a bump on her cheek. The doctors had said it was an inflammation of her parotid (salivary) gland, but my inner mama voice kept telling me it was more.
When I had returned home, the “bump” had not gone down and she was also complaining about her back hurting, so back to the doctor we went. This time when we went to the doctor, they pushed on her arm and she started bawling her eyes out. Her back was the same way. Our pediatrician decided to have us go to get a CT scan of her jaw. That afternoon on February 9th, we went to Scottsdale Medical Imaging and got the scan done. We went home and waited to hear the results.
The doctor called me an hour later with these words…well, this was all I heard, “The results have come back and you need to take London immediately to Phoenix Children’s Hospital. Go pick up your scans right now and take her to the hospital…she has cancer.” (Note: Our pediatrician is amazing and I know she delivered it better than that, but these are the only words I remember.)
I’ve have never written in public about our daughter’s journey with cancer, but I have shared a lot on Facebook and Instagram. I get messages every single day from parents whose kids have been diagnosed with pediatric cancer and I am on a mission to bring more awareness and help raise money for these amazing children. Cancer is taking the lives of our little ones every day and we have to make it stop!
Join me as I continue to share my daughter’s story and how cancer not only changed her life, but the lives of all of our family, for the bad and good.