Everytime I read of another child who
has been diagnosed with dipg, or see a picture of another
child who has to rely on steroids for relief from swelling
or hear of one more family who will no longer be able to
tuck their child in at night, touching their cheek, stroking
their hair, giving one more kiss before entrusting each
precious gift to angels for safekeeping during the night - I
hate.
"I hate..." is a phrase we try not to use - it's ugly. I
seem to reserve it for steroids and dipg.
I hate what diffuse intrinsic pontine glioma does to
children, robbing them of so much that is child. Running
thru sprinklers, riding a bike, coloring, saying "I love
you". I hate what it does to families, robbing them of a
precious child. Stealing away a lifetime and changing
countless others.
Liam, Tanea, Luke, CJ and just hours ago, Sadie - they have
left behind them parents, brothers, sisters, family,
friends, a world now less because they are gone, but so much
better for them having been here at all.

