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Can a Hospital be a Playground?

Can a Hospital be a Playground?

Obviously, a hospital is not the first place that comes up when you think of a playground, but for me, Seattle Children's Hospital was my playground. I was only four years old when my baby brother was diagnosed with leukemia, and as a little kid, I didn't really...

In the Family

In the Family

It's so strange to think that the thing that can make you dangerously sick or even kill you was in you when you were first born. It just sits there. Deep inside your body, waiting to someday take hold of your life. As a young and healthy teenager, it's hard for me to...

I Believe in Miracles

When you find out that your cousin has cancer it feels scary and devastating and sad. Then when you find out your cousin’s cancer is rare and it can’t be cured, it feels just hopeless. My cousin Joey Luvera was only twelve years old when he was diagnosed with brain...

The Wig

I was nine years old when my Grammie came to live with us! She gave up her teaching career, her house, and her friends to move from Detroit to Seattle for chemo and radiation after being diagnosed with breast cancer. She bravely underwent a bilateral mastectomy prior...

The Match of a Lifetime

I met my best friend Jack in seventh grade. It was at a school dance, and amid the movement of young dancers and covered by the sound of pumping music, he was just standing there. Everyone around him was having fun and grooving to the beat of Soulja boy while he was...

Dreams can pass through Cancer

I used to live in North Ethiopia, Gonder where it was hotter than the capital city Addis Abeba. Gonder is the place that has a lot of Orthodox Christian believers and has the fourthy fourth Ark of the Covenant. People around there were mostly lower class and labor...

The Recital

I am 12 years old and looking for a cello teacher. My mom has been taking me to one potential teacher after another, hoping I will find one that “clicks”. So far, none of them have been very appealing to me. One cello teacher has a house that smelled like cats;...

You and I

Dear Mom, Because of you it only takes that one word to hit me hard. Cancer. It stops the blood running through my veins. It stops the world that’s going on around me. I stop to concentrate on what this word means to me, to you, and to others. Yet I do not have a...

Life After Haircuts…Is Too Short

Today my friend Becca got a haircut. It was strange to watch. My friends and I gathered around her and watched as her beautiful blonde locks fell to the ground. It was the most heart-wrenching haircut I have ever witnessed. It seems so petty to cry over something as...