April 11th, 2011 rocked our world.
It started out like any other day. My wife running errands with the kids on my scheduled day off. Out the door they went, two of our five children and my wife to a dentist appointment check-up. On the way, my 8 yr-old son complained about chest and arm pain. Immediately, my wife considered the possibility of a heart attack. She detoured to a local pediatric urgent care, and by nightfall a medivac-air crew rolled him into a helicopter and he was flown to St. Louis Children’s hospital.
Three days later, the news came. Cancer. T-Cell Lymphoma. Stage 3.
Thus began a two year cancer fight. By the grace of God and the competent care of the SLC staff, today my son’s cancer free.
Because we know firsthand the battle kids face when confronted with the scary diagnosis of cancer, we are now supporters of the St. Jude’s Mission. Noah’s fight inspired a teenager from our church to do something for kids fighting this wretched disease. She recruited a walk team and named it “Noah’s Hope.” For the past 4 years we’ve walked and raised money for St. Jude. On September 26th of this year, we walk again.
Would you consider helping kids like my son?
I’ve set a personal goal this year of $650. I’d like to blow that away. Consider donating or joining our walk team. This link enables you to do either….or both. Click to support our team: Noah’s Hope
Thanks in advance.