I’m honored to be part of The American Cancer Society’s 100th Birthday Celebration. Even though this is a sponsored post, all thoughts and opinions (and raging hatred of cancer) are my own.
Most of y’all know that my Dad has colon cancer- a particularly awful, terrible, unfair kinda cancer- and that my entire family has spent the past six months rallying around him. (And we’re pretty lucky to have realized that “family” encompasses loved ones across the globe.)
Since November, I’ve seen cancer take a strong fella who never so much had the flu and turn him into an exhausted- though stoic, always stoic- guy at the mercy of chemotherapy, pills, hospital stays, and weeks lost to severe illness.
And I want my Dad back. I want more time to make memories like the ones where we danced at my wedding. Went on road trips. Ate nachos and watched The X-Files as part of my epic eighth grade Friday night Dad-dates.
And I want my Dad to be healthy again so he can do all the stuff that he and my Mom have always planned. (That Cape Cod beach-front cottage ain’t gonna buy itself.)
The American Cancer Society– the folks behind nearly every single breakthrough in cancer research– are celebrating their 100th birthday. Since the early 1990s, the American Cancer Society has contributed to a 20 percent decrease in cancer-related deaths…totaling over a million lives saved since that time alone.
They want to do better.
The American Cancer Society wants to fund all potentially lifesaving cancer research. Help patients get rides to and from their treatments, and have comfortable places to stay during that time. And fight for all to have access to health screenings, clean air, and so much more.
They can’t do it alone.
Help them make some noise about finishing the fight against cancer. Do it for my Dad. Heck, do it for your Dad- or Mom or friend or sister or child. Or for yourself. Do it for all of our loved ones who’ve bravely fought this disease- who battled their all and then some- but who were cruelly taken from us way too soon.
I’m doing it for a beach-front cottage.
I know just the guy for the place.
*** This post is sponsored by the American Cancer Society.
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