Saturday, March 12, 2011

CANCER SUCKS!!!


Many of us have been affected by cancer in one way or another, and many of us affected have lost loved ones to this horrible disease. In a six to seven month period a few years ago, we lost half a dozen friends and family members to cancer, including Allison's birth dad. I still have people that approach me in the pharmacy that recognize me as Allison's husband and stop to talk with me about Tony and how he positively impacted their lives. His three girls and seven grandchildren will carry on his legacy and will share their memories of him, but what happens when the person that get cancer is a child. In the year 2010, approximately 10,700 children under the age of 15 in the United States were diagnosed with cancer, and about 1,340 of those children will die within 5 years. That's better than 80% survival rate, but it is still not good enough. Those numbers are far better than in the 1970's where 50% of children with cancer died within 5 years. Why is there such a big difference in survival rate over the last 40 years? Determined individuals have worked hard to raise money, raise awareness, and make medical advancements.

The Rally Foundation is a 501(c)(3) non-profit organization that empowers volunteers across America to raise awareness and funds for childhood cancer research with hopes to quickly find better treatments with fewer long-term and possibly permanent side effects and, ultimately, a cure. The most amazing aspect to the Rally Foundation is that 93 cents of every dollar these volunteers raise goes toward research.

There is a regional chapter called Rally NW which is a team of athletes that train and participate in local races to raise money for childhood cancer research at the Seattle Children's Hospital. Team members train for and participate in the Tacoma City Half Marathon/Marathon and the Seattle Rock N' Roll Half Marathon/Marathon. There are also team members participating in the Sprint Triatholon in Ocean Shores, WA. Rally NW was started by Kathi Clarke and her brother after their neice Kelsie passed away, and they are doing an amazing job carrying on her legacy.

One of the most important aspects of Rally NW are the Rally Kids. Each team member trains and participates in local events in honor of a child that is either currently in treatment for cancer, in remission, or has passed away. These children and their families inspire the Rally NW team members to work hard, never give up, and count their blessings.

My friend, Molly Sjoboen, is in her second year as a Rally NW team member and is participating in the Seattle Rock N' Roll Half Marathon later this year. She says that being a Rally NW team member and raising money for childhood cancer research has been an incredible experience, meeting new people, and challenging herself while helping children and their families. Molly, like all team members, is training and participating in honor her Rally Kid named Rhema. On January 23, 2009, Rhema, then 12 years old, was diagnosed with a rare and aggresive cancer called desmoplastic, a small round cell tumor. Rhema underwent treatment consisting of 6 rounds of chemo and surgery, then 2 more surgeries and 5-6 weeks of intensive radiation. Rhema then went into remission. Spring 2010, however, she had a relapse which included more treatment. Recently, Rhema and her family found out the devastating news that her cancer has spread and there is little doctors can do for her now. She is currently at home and is enjoying time with her family and making memories that will forever be in their hearts no matter what the future holds for this sweet, young girl.

Another fundraising event that Molly and her Rally NW team members are having is the 3rd Annual Olympia Pub Crawl in Downtown Olympia, WA. They have already received an incredible amount of support from the Olympia's downtown businesses and are looking forward to a very successful event!
3rd Annual Olympia Pub Crawl details:

What: A tour of bars and restaurants
When: May 7, 2011, from 4:00pm to 12:00am
Where: Downtown Olympia
Who: You! (Event Coordinators: Molly Sjoboen & Adrienne German)
Attire: Official T-Shirts $20 & Hooded Sweatshirts: $30
Donations Due By: April 10, 2011

By purchasing an official Pub Crawl T-Shirt or Sweatshirt, you have purchased your ticket to the Pub Crawl, and the money raised will all be donated to the Rally Foundation.

If you would like to participate in this event or just donate and receive a T-Shirt or Sweatshirt, you are able to donate online at:


You can send the size of T-Shirt or Sweatshirt you desire by emailing Molly at mollyd1974@hotmail.com or through the Pub Crawl Facebook page: Pub Crawl Facebook Page



Monday, March 7, 2011

When Your Story Is Motivating

Today I was working in another pharmacy branch of our chain, and a lady walked in with her two boys (one of whom was very sick). I recognized her immediately, but it took me a few minutes to figure out how I know her. When she returned about 20 minutes later, I said, "I know you." She told me that she worked in the library at our local community college.

We talked for a few more minutes about how I was taking my prerequisites for pharmacy school, how I am finally starting pharmacy school this August, and how I last went to the community college about a year and a half ago. She then looked confused and said, "But you seem so much more familiar to me like you were at school last quarter." I then explained how I was the guy that brought my daughters with me to the library and reserved one of the study rooms 2-3 times per week and on Saturdays.

Her face then lit up. "We talk about you all the time!" she exclaimed. "When possible returning students come and visit us at the college," she explained, "and they tell me that they are concerned about returning to school because they have small kids at home, I tell them your story. I inspire these people based on your success at school and how you brought your girls to the library with you. And now, I can tell them that you are entering a pharmacy program this August." I was blown away. I always felt that bringing the girls to the library with me helped me stay focused on why I was going back to school, and whenever I needed a break, we would draw on the white board or play tic-tac-toe. I never imagined that my story would inspire people. My story of returning to school is only half complete, so I am anxious to see what the story second half will tell.

Thursday, March 3, 2011

The Day I Died



I was reminded today about a poem that I wrote about Madison when she was in the NICU at Swedish Hospital about 9&1/2 years ago, so I thought that I would post it. It's a little long and emotional, but it's a good reminder for me about how fragile she was and how far she has come.


The Day I Died

The day I died,
Started like any other,
My Mommy and Daddy were here to visit me
They're very nice, they're here all the time

I'm only two pounds, if that
My lungs don't work right, I can't eat
I have a tube down my throat
But, I still have my binky
I still have my Mommy and Daddy

I was very excited
My Mommy and Daddy were going to be there
They were going to see me be weighed in
I'm only two pounds, but it takes five people to move me
Two nurses, a respiratory therapist, and others I don't remember now

I see my Mommy and Daddy
They look so proud
My people pick me up to move me, on the count of three
They're going to put me on the scale
My Mommy and Daddy are going to see how big I've gotten
They're going to be so proud

Then, the looks on their faces scares me
Bells and sirens go off
I've never heard these noises before
They're not my normal alarms
My Mommy and Daddy get pushed out of the way
As more of my people come rushing in

I can't see my Mommy and Daddy
My people are in the way
Then I see them, with tears in their eyes
They look scared
My people are all around me, what can I do

My people are playing with the tube in my throat
As things go gray
I hear my people talking about me
They're saying that I'm blue, then white
Then... I fall asleep

When I wake, my people are pushing on my chest
It hurts real bad
They're talking about my oxygen levels, blood pressure and stuff
They stop pushing on my chest
I see someone behind the front line, with paddles in her hands
She is one of my people, and she says she's ready

One of my people, one of my doctors
She says that she's not needed now, but stay close by
Those paddles scare me
What do they do
I'm only two pounds
Please be gentle

As I look around at my people
There are more than my fingers and toes
They're all looking at me, touching me
My doctor then finishes playing with my tube
It really hurts to swallow
I can't find my binky

Some of my people are starting to leave
One by one
They don't look as scared any more
But, I still have my five people
Around me, helping me

"Can you get my Mommy and Daddy?"

They were scared
They were pushed out into the hall
I just wanted them to be proud of me
I'm getting so big
I'm two pounds now, at least, maybe more

I want them to hold me
I want to be hugged
But they can't, I'm only two pounds
My lungs are too fragile
I can't breath on my own

My Mommy and Daddy are coming back in
They don't look so scared
I still see that they're crying
But, it's different, some how

They reach through my wires and tubes and under my plastic blanket
They rub my head, I know
They love me unconditionally
They will always be there for me
And right now, they're hugging me with their hearts

And on that fateful night
The day that I died
Something changed inside me
I do not know what

It may be the love my Mommy and Daddy showed
It might have helped to see my people work so hard
Or the people praying 'round the world
I know that I still have a long journey and many battle ahead
But I know that I need to change this title to:
The Day I Started Fighting Back


Gregg