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Happy Hug Club

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On the way to school yesterday, I noticed a woman driving past us and made a comment to mom.

“She needs a hug.”

My mom chuckled a bit, not because the woman needed a hug, but because my words painted a vivid picture in her mind of what the lady looked like, even though she didn’t actually see her.

Isn’t it just the best thing ever when someone gives you a hug, especially when you really, really need one? There must be some sort of spiritual power in hugs… like the unleashing of God’s love in this world. I am not recommending any studies, because I am thoroughly convinced that hugs have medicinal value—physically, mentally, and spiritually.

As my mom and I spoke of the woman who looked like she needed a hug, I began telling her about a suggestion that came from one of my teachers.

Mrs. Stoneman told me, “Melinda, you are always so happy. You should start a Happy Hug Club!”

Because I am a firm believer in the discovered, and yet to be discovered, value of hugs, I am beginning the Happy Hug Club today. The mission of the club is to give and receive as many hugs as possible. Anyone can join. If you would like to join today, just leave a comment below…   you are automatically entered into the club.

For your initiation, find someone to give your first hug to and have them pass it on!

Welcome to the Happy Hug Club! Have a huggable day!


I love this photo of Olivia… the joy on her face when she received her wish is precious!

Olivia receives her Make-A-Wish!

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Who is Coming to the Rescue?

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When a disaster strikes, The Red Cross and other emergency services come to the aid of the victims of the disaster… regardless of where that disaster occurs in the world. This is the appropriate response when we see fellow humans suffering from unexpected catastrophes. How can we, as compassionate humans, stand on the sidelines and do nothing?

What would happen if our society truly understood the catastrophe of childhood cancer? What would happen if all of us could not turn away from the truth, the facts? What would happen if those with decision- making power in the media decided it was time to report about the Monster killing our children?

Awareness. That is what would happen. Awareness.

I am wondering if I need to get out that triple beam balance I spoke of a few days ago– you know– the one I was joking about whacking someone over the head with in Chemistry?

There are people who are “in the trenches” of the childhood cancer battlefield every single day. These people did not choose to be in the club they belong to. They didn’t have to get whacked over the head with a triple beam balance to leap into action. These are people who have lost their child to cancer, and they vow to make a difference so that other children do not have to suffer like their own child did.

These people amaze me. They inspire me. They blow my ever-loving mind. They open my heart.

How do they go on after losing their child to cancer? How do they turn all of that grief into HOPE for others? How is it that those who have suffered through the catastrophe are the ones who are showing up to help others at future disasters?

Can you imagine the world if the only people who showed up to help when a disaster strikes are people who have been through the same disaster?

It is time, right now, for each and every single one of us to join in the battle against childhood cancer. Don’t make our wounded warriors also be the lone rescuers. Please act.

Today, I give you two options. Bob Piniewski and Jodie Nunn are both shaving their heads to raise money for St. Baldrick’s. Please consider a donation to their efforts. Bob and Jodie are “Wounded Warriors” motivating me to do all I can.

“Do not merely listen to the word, and so deceive yourselves. Do what it says. Anyone who listens to the word but does not do what it says is like someone who looks at his face in a mirror and, after looking at himself, goes away and immediately forgets what he looks like. But whoever looks intently into the perfect law that gives freedom, and continues in it—not forgetting what they have heard, but doing it—they will be blessed in what they do.”

James 1:22-25

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Jodie Nunn will shave her head to raise money for St. Baldrick's. Would you like to donate in memory of Max?

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Once You Choose Hope, Anything is Possible

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Have you ever prayed for a miracle?

Have you ever prayed for a miracle and then, one day, saw that miracle come true?

For me, today is that day.

The miracle is Braden.

I have written before of one of my heroes, Braden Hofen. Braden is six. I just learned the results of his latest scans after treatment for recurring neuroblastoma.

NO EVIDENCE OF DISEASE!

NO EVIDENCE OF DISEASE!

NO EVIDENCE OF DISEASE!

I am so thankful I had to type it three times, and I can only imagine what his family must be feeling!!!!!!!!!!  Besides giving thanks for the great news about Braden’s health, I am also giving thanks for the hundreds of people who have been praying for him. I am giving thanks for all of the people who have supported Braden and the Hofen family in every way—big and small.

I just hung up the phone from talking with Jonny Imerman of Imerman Angels. Guess who is their newest “Angel”? These “Angels” are “matched,” and they give support to patients going through similar cancer experiences. I absolutely love this! What a great idea, what a great organization, and what a blessing it was to speak with Jonny… no doubt he is a Real Angel. If you know someone going through cancer who could use support from someone who has already gone down the same path (is there a cancer patient who couldn’t use this?) this is the place to refer them!

While I am rejoicing in the miraculous news with everyone who loves and cares about Braden, my heart is, at the same time, heavy with the news today about a friend I have written of before, Breanna. She is fighting very, very hard, and at this time, is unresponsive. Her mom reports that her vital signs are strong. Please pray for Breanna. Please pray those same miracle prayers we have all prayed for Braden.

Let’s multiply miracles.

“Once You Choose Hope, Anything is Possible”

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Miracle Messenger, Braden Hofen, HOPE!

 

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I Think I Changed ‘Em

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It was an average day in Chemistry, a worksheet here, an activity there. I sat at the lab bench munching on Double Bubble. I was determined to find out the percent composition of sugar in gum. My lab partner and friend, Carolina, sat quietly beside me chomping her gum too. We were listening to the conversation of two guys sitting across the table from us. I had heard it before. Cancer… they were talking about cancer.

The lighthearted way it rolled off their tongues began to irritate me slightly.

It was not until they began joking about it that I began to ask myself, “I wonder if I should tell them?”

The thought barely entered my mind before the words were coming out of my mouth.

In the utmost matter of fact manner, I stated, “Actually, I had cancer.”

Their immature faces dropped and landed in a twisted heap on the linoleum floor. With their mouths slightly agape, their expressions displayed a complex mix of thoughts encased in shock. The naïve chatter had transformed into complete silence. I could have wacked them over the head with a triple beam balance and it would not have surprised them more.

Unable to form grammatically correct sentences, the occasional, “Oh, really,” “Um,” “ Ahh,” escaped them.

Although they assumed it was a sensitive subject to me, I was secretly in hysterics on the inside.

Their faces remained in a state of disbelief. Their minds tried to grasp the fact that a kid could get cancer, survive it, and look like I do.

Hello, welcome to reality… yeah…. Kids get cancer too…

On my way back to my desk, I saw them whispering to each other and discreetly glancing at me. They didn’t look at me the same way.

I think I changed ‘em.

Cool.

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Dear President Obama

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Dear President Obama,

 

My name is Melinda Marchiano, and I am sixteen years old. I am writing to you today because I see an urgent need for citizens of our country who are in desperate need. The citizens I am speaking of are the smallest, most fragile, and most incredibly brave people you have ever seen.

The citizens I speak of… children with cancer.

Did you know that cancer is the #1 disease killing children in our country?

Did you know that when children are diagnosed with cancer, 80% have advanced stages of the disease, compared to 20% in adults?

Did you know that the National Cancer Institute and the American Cancer Society allocate a smidgen of their budgets to childhood cancer?

Did you know that there has not been a single new drug approved to fight pediatric cancer in the last twenty years?

Did you know that CureSeach believes—with adequate funding—a cure is within our reach?

On March 16th and 17th, Childhood Cancer Awareness & Advocacy Day will take place on Capitol Hill. Please support the “Creating Hope Act of 2010” that was introduced by Senators Brownback, Brown, and Franken, and other childhood cancer legislation.

There are 40,000 children in the United States fighting cancer as I type these words. They need hope. Their parents need hope and their siblings need hope.

We are forgetting these children. There is no major celebrity to speak for them. There is little awareness of childhood cancer in our society, and what this translates into is suffering children.

I love my country—a land where anyone can speak for what they believe.

I believe these forgotten children need a Children’s Rights Movement.

I am the first to join the movement. Will you be second?

With my sincere gratitude,

Melinda Marchiano

16 Year-Old Author of Grace: A Child’s Intimate Journey Through Cancer and Recovery

 

Thinking of Anais on her Disney trip... have fun!

 

 

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Get “The Baby” Out of the Car!

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What an incredibly beautiful day it is here! The birds are singing, and the sun is shining warmly upon me. (No offense to those who are buried in snow—I would actually enjoy meeting snow sometime!) I am not only basking in the sun, but I am basking in gratitude for the love in my life. I am as grateful for the love I have to give as I am grateful for the love I receive.

Can I tell you how grateful I am for your love?

It feels like the presence of gratitude multiplies love inside me—exponentially.

Gratitude drives me to look outside myself to find others in need. I know this sounds weird, but I am grateful for gratitude!

I think gratitude grows rotten and ferments inside us unless it gets “baked” into something that will help someone else. When we express gratitude in kindness and love for others, it bakes a Big Batch of Love.

Those who know me know exactly where I am going…

I see a HUGE need. Tomorrow, 46 children in the United States will be diagnosed with cancer. Tomorrow, 7 children in the United States will die from cancer. There has not been a single drug approved to treat pediatric cancer in 20 years. Pharmaceutical companies contribute 50% of funding for adult cancer research, and virtually nothing for children’s cancers.

Does this sound right to you?

It does not smell like something is baking at all. It smells to me like something is fermenting.

The more I learn about what is happening (more like what is not happening,) the more I know I must express my gratitude for my life by speaking out to try to help children who have been forgotten. It’s like when a baby gets left in a car on a hot day with many people around. Everyone thinks everyone else is tending to the baby. Meanwhile, the baby is ignored and left to die.

Please don’t think someone else is taking care of this; don’t wait for someone else to “Get the Baby Out of the Car.” There is a lot of work to be done. Become a worker bee to stop childhood cancer.

“See that you do not despise one of these little ones. For I tell you that in heaven their angels always see the face of my Father who is in heaven.”
(Matthew 18:10 ESV)

Please keep Anais Medina in your prayers for no fever and a great Disney trip.

Please continue your messages of support to CristaOrtz@gmail.com

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Teach us, Anais! The spirit of a child with cancer!

 

 

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little things ARE the BIG thing

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Today, I want to reach out to my friends and give you one great big, gigantic hug! You see, you showed me—with your actions—that your hearts are genuinely golden. Yesterday, I passed on a message I received asking for support for a fifteen year-old girl named Crista. (CristaOrtiz@gmail.com ) By last night, I heard that Crista has received dozens of messages and lots of prayer.

You are amazing! You are caring, loving, and kind. You could have just moseyed on with your usual daily routine and let “Someone Else” take care of it. But no. You took the time to send a message… even just a sentence or two…  to let Crista know there is someone who cares. Even a sentence or two can make a huge difference in the day of a child (or adult!) fighting a serious illness. We think we need to do something huge, or spend huge amounts of money to create something meaningful. But the truth is, every teeny –tiny drop of love I received when I was sick meant everything to me. And I am sure it is the same with Crista.

Okay all you kooky, crazy, childhood cancer fighting advocates and angels… gather together in my arms at this moment for one enormous group hug!

GROUP HUG!

I need to share one more thing I learned last night.

Last night, for the first time in a week, Crista spoke.

Crista even smiled.

When you think you can’t contribute because you can’t give something “BiG,” please know that it is the “little things” that ARE the BIG thing.

You are God’s Hands and Heart in action here on Earth. You are brilliant. You are beautiful.

Shine!

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A Scarf for my Child Life Specialist, Jaynie

Jaynie filled my hospital stays with love.

 

 

 

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Truth And Accountability

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Today, all day long, I have been thinking of Mr. Nunn. Today is Mr. Nunn’s birthday. Today is not a happy day for him, like all birthdays should be. You see, Mr. Nunn’s birthday is here… but his son Max is not.

Rather than attempt to repeat Mr. Nunn’s eloquent words, I will give you a link.

http://www.facebook.com/note.php?note_id=501647544510&id=710541355

I imagine if each parent in our country could feel in their heart what Mr. Nunn is feeling today, we would fund research for childhood cancer in an instant.

In an Instant.

Somewhere, as human beings who inhabit this Earth, we seem to have lost sight of the pure, innocent, and needy. We will spend hours in front of the tube watching “reality” shows of people behaving badly, but for some reason, the media steers a clear path around the subject of childhood cancer. Our minds get clogged. Our hearts get clogged. When everything gets clogged, life becomes meaningless.

Sometimes it’s easier to get lost in the World of Meaninglessness than it is to look at truth. If we stare truth in the face, it means we need to be accountable.

Here’s to Truth and Accountability

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Please be a support to Crista… Thank you for passing this on: “I know you know many survivors…can everyone on your facebook please send a message of hope & encouragement to Crista Ortiz. Shes my friend & battling Hodkins cancer spread to her lungs. We need cards and messages sent to CristaOrtiz@gmail.com Please, the parents are asking everyone for help. Please post this on your wall if you’d like. She’s 15 yrs. old and going through the most severe chemo treatments for the next 2 weeks. Prayers are needed and please send a note. Especially young adult survivors!!!” Crista Ortiz 12122 Ramla Place Trail Houston, TX 77089

Thinking of Mr. Nunn and his son Max today


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Who Raised Their Hands?

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Yes, the Floodgates have seriously opened, with thoughts, ideas, and plans riding the rapids while I attempt to find a rudder to control my path. With opportunities opening before me to be able to help children with cancer, I search for the path that will bring a cure. The “Messengers of God” I spoke of yesterday are depending on each of us; their families desperately need our help.

Since the causes of childhood cancers are largely unknown, people speculate as to what the causes could be. Some people blame the environment, some blame genetics, and some people blame God.

They shake their heads and say, “Why does God give children cancer?”

My mom has the best answer for this question that I have ever heard.

This is what she believes, and she will tell anyone who asks!

God does not give children cancer. God heals. She imagines God gathering His children before He sends them to Earth. He explains that He needs some volunteers for a mission. He also explains that these volunteers will have to endure great suffering for His Kingdom, but that they will be a light in the darkness of this World. They will lead great numbers into the light.

Guess who raised their hands?

The “Messengers” did.

God’s Messengers keep inspiring me. I hate that they raised their hands, because of all the pain they endure. I love their selflessness in expressing their love for God and humanity.

I love God’s Messengers.

Messenger Reefie and his Grampa

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Messengers From God

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If we have nothing to give, what have we got?

Nothing.

My letters to Oprah have ended, but the floodgates inside me have opened. I know this is just the beginning of the feelings that have begun gushing out. Even after writing all of those letters, I feel that I have just started to say everything that people need to know about childhood cancer. Most of all, I want people to feel what I am writing.

I have no doubt there are those who are thinking, “Melinda, Melinda, chill out, will ya???? Why the heck don’t you just take a chill-pill and stick to dancing?”

If you knew the children, you would do exactly what I am doing.

If you knew the children, you would be so fired up to help them that elephants couldn’t hold you back.

If you knew even one of these cancer-fighting-warrior-children, you would know instantly the purity of their beings. You would know that their suffering must be for some greater purpose.

Could that greater purpose be to make us kinder, gentler, more compassionate humans?

What greater expression of kindness and compassion can there be for these little ones, than finding a cure that will end their suffering?

I have no doubt these children are Messengers of God.

"Messenger" Kristy Meeks

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