…85 Days Until Race Day
Today’s warrior is one cool kid.
This is Lance and today is a bright day for Lance.
The same can’t be said for this day 6 years ago.
Lance was 7 when he was diagnosed with acute lymphoblastic leukemia (ALL).
His treatment lasted 2.5 years.
Lance’s mom, Vanessa takes it from here:
“On 2/2/11 our world stopped. My heart was forever broken. My baby was in danger. His life suddenly became threatened. It hurts to think about the time & memories that were stolen. Time we can never have back.
Our battle with cancer began that day. It was a long day of waiting. Lance had a fever and had to be isolated. There weren’t any beds available on the cancer floor in the hospital. We were told to pack our bags and prepare to stay for awhile. We had no idea what was to come.
Cancer stole from us. It stole part of Lance’s childhood. A time we will never get back. Instead of playing football and baseball he was dragging a pole around Texas Children’s Cancer Center walking the halls.
Chemo and blood transfusions became the new normal. Blood counts determined the day, where we could or couldn’t go and if visitors were allowed. It changed all of our lives drastically.
The hospital stays, tests, chemo, side effects, blood transfusions and so much more. I remember that day and that first week so clearly. My heart aches to look back.
But, Lance was a champ the whole way through! Once he could return to sports he played with a port in his chest. He would go to chemo in the morning and was determined to play ball that night. Rarely, did he miss a game and even then it was because I insisted.
He was tough!
Today, 13-year-old Lance is a long-term survivor who is strong, healthy, stubborn and hungry! He is getting ready for another season of baseball and he will begin high school in the fall!” – Vanessa
Today’s hour run wasn’t a great run. It started out very slow. My legs were heavy and I couldn’t get comfortable. I thought about stopping because I couldn’t in my mind see how a slow hour would be as beneficial as a recovery day.
If Lance would have stopped being tough, we might not have had a party to go to that day. I started running again and lo and behold, I began getting stronger and faster. My last 2 miles were a whole minute and a half faster than my first 2 miles.
Lance, we got it done, buddy.
With my off day tomorrow, no childhood cancer warrior story, but, I promise I’ll share something that is spectacular in a different way.