Emmy was born October 22, 2002.
Close to a month after her second birthday, she was diagnosed with an aggressive, cancerous, brain tumor.
The plan, was simple. She would be sent to a hospital out of town where they would remove as much of the tumor as they were comfortable with…she would be sent back to our town where she would recover and begin further treatments.
December 11, 2004, she went into surgery. January 8th, 2005 she was sent back to town, and three days later, January 11, she was gone.
Before she was effected with cancer, to me, it simply was a rare disease that on occasion, effected older people…people who perhaps lived an unhealthy lifestyle…it was the furthest thing from my mind, and something I had never considered protecting her from. The thing is, it can effect anyone, at anytime.
She wasn’t given an option if she wanted this cancer or not. Some people, respond well to treatments and continue to live a normal life…others…don’t. She was one who didn’t. The night I left the hospital, the night she passed away, I told myself that I was going to do everything I could, to find a cure…to end this. But I haven’t…and I can’t. I’m not a scientist, and I can’t find cures…but I can get the word out, lame? Yes. But it is, what it is…cancer kills. Cancer effects people…anyone…it takes lives…it took Emmy.
While this was inspired for and about Emmy…it is also for everyone and anyone…for everyone who battled cancer…everyone who’s lost to cancer, and anyone who’s life has been touched…by it.
