So I had the idea of growing, for myself, and my wife. She's a breast cancer survivor. She made it through.
Last night I learned that my son's friend, the child he hangs out with, the sweet little boy whom I take care of on occasion... he was diagnosed with leukemia.
He's tiny. He's a strange little dude who loves horror movies.
I am, for lack of a better word, gobsmacked.
Why does a 8 year old get cancer? He's my son's age. Why?
I have to be strong for this shit. I love his parents. His mom is from the same generation as me. We like the same music, she smokes weed, and likes the same music. She's my wife's best friend. Her husband, the boy's father, is a bit of a bitch, a bit coiled to tight, but I really like him. We spend a lot of time together. They have us at their camp every summer.
Anyway, I found a steel cabinet for sale on Craigslist for $10. I have to figure out the right strain to grow. It's not for me anymore. It's for Aiden.
He has to start chemo right away. He's so thin already... so weak already. I have to do EVERYTHING I CAN TO HELP.
Please, I don't know what to ask, but I need help with this. I'm starting a GoFundMe campaign for them, being there for them, day or night, regardless of how big or small the task.
I need to find the right strain, and how to give it to him. He doesn't eat now, and I can't imagine how he's going to be on chemo.
Please. I don't need your money. I don't need your donations.
I need the information. Please help me.
I feel like I'm splitting open and spilling out.
I need to know where to flow.
Please help me. It's for Aiden.
Last night I learned that my son's friend, the child he hangs out with, the sweet little boy whom I take care of on occasion... he was diagnosed with leukemia.
He's tiny. He's a strange little dude who loves horror movies.
I am, for lack of a better word, gobsmacked.
Why does a 8 year old get cancer? He's my son's age. Why?
I have to be strong for this shit. I love his parents. His mom is from the same generation as me. We like the same music, she smokes weed, and likes the same music. She's my wife's best friend. Her husband, the boy's father, is a bit of a bitch, a bit coiled to tight, but I really like him. We spend a lot of time together. They have us at their camp every summer.
Anyway, I found a steel cabinet for sale on Craigslist for $10. I have to figure out the right strain to grow. It's not for me anymore. It's for Aiden.
He has to start chemo right away. He's so thin already... so weak already. I have to do EVERYTHING I CAN TO HELP.
Please, I don't know what to ask, but I need help with this. I'm starting a GoFundMe campaign for them, being there for them, day or night, regardless of how big or small the task.
I need to find the right strain, and how to give it to him. He doesn't eat now, and I can't imagine how he's going to be on chemo.
Please. I don't need your money. I don't need your donations.
I need the information. Please help me.
I feel like I'm splitting open and spilling out.
I need to know where to flow.
Please help me. It's for Aiden.