Throughout my life there have been many numbers of significance. For instance 4 -- the number of children I have had the immense pleasure of being a father to; or the age when my daughter Alex first voiced her desire to host a lemonade stand to help doctors on their way to finding cures for all kids with cancer.
Carpools and T-Ball practice, which once ruled my schedule had now been replaced by something called a roadmap. A roadmap, that if closely followed, would come close to maybe guaranteeing a 70 percent cure rate. In the blink of an eye I had become a mom with a 30 percent chance of having their youngest child die before she reached her 7th birthday.
I watched my daughter lose her hair and her appetite. She was tired and nauseated, experiencing vomiting and weight loss. We lived through what the St. Jude's commercials don't show. Starla was in the hospital for six months with only three short visits home. She went through five rounds of intense chemotherapy, with each round carrying its own set of side effects.