Five years. It’s supposed to be the threshold of which you cross over and you don’t have to worry about pediatric cancer anymore. If you make it five years from the time of the last treatment, you are supposed to be able to move on with your life. Today pediatric cancer didn’t care about my statistics and my benchmark 5 years. Today I walked into a room and was greeted by a man where a kid once stood. Pediatric cancer didn’t care he had grown up. Today the cancer came back. Today was devastating. Today my heart broke. Today I am angry. Today I am too tired to accurately put my feelings into words.
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