Miles was 3 years old when he died of complications to RSV- the common cold. He was diagnosed with stage IV Neuroblastoma the week after his third birthday and fought for 9 months before he died. Miles was strong. And he was brave. Braver than anyone I know. I can’t tell you how many times his nurses told us “You know he handles things better than our teenagers do.” Miles might have cried during a procedure, dressing change, line access.. but he would stay as steady as a rock. He sang and danced through every round of chemo, and when things got tough, he fought like hell. He shattered every expectation the doctors had of him. Three times they told us he would die and to let him go- and three times he proved them wrong. He survived 5 rounds of chemo, a 12 hour surgery, two stem cell transplants, his heart stopping twice, lung failure, ECMO, and a pulmonary embolism. He fought harder than most adults will ever have to fight in their life. It never felt like he was fighting cancer. It felt like he was fighting treatment.  Treatment was the catalyst in his death. Without a destroyed immune system, without failing kidneys and a liver.. maybe he could have had a chance. Maybe the cold wouldn’t have sent him to the PICU, where eventually a stroke took his life. They told us he was a miracle. He was a warrior until his last breath, taken in his father's arms.   Thank you for supporting me and the more than 300,000 kids worldwide who will be diagnosed with cancer this year. By sharing the gifts of your time, talent and money with the St. Baldrick’s Foundation, you're supporting research to give all kids with cancer a better chance for a cure.