It started at our kitchen table, two months after our son was diagnosed with cancer for the second time. We were having breakfast, playing the alphabet game we always play as a family, choosing words letter by letter. And I thought, what if there were an alphabet for cancer warriors? So right there over breakfast, we began naming them together, A to Z, words for the kids walking through treatment. The game fit our family, and it fit his story.
I had found plenty of books about what cancer is. I had never found one about who the warrior is. Because these children are not just kids with cancer, not just kids fighting for their lives. They are also, simply, kids.
I have learned that brave is not the absence of fear. It is the essence of these warriors, and I watched it in my own son. The first time he had his port accessed, he was so scared. He screamed, but he stayed so very still. He was afraid, but he was brave. He did the hard thing. And after that first poke, each one got a little easier, and so did being brave.