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I'm writing this to all my Mommy’s and Daddy's friends. My Daddy, my brother Jacob and I are going to have our heads shaved tomorrow. We haven't gotten our hair cut since Christams. Daddy even grew a mustache to get shaved of. We are going to look real funny. The reason we're doing it is not funny at all though.
On my first Christmas when I was still zero years old I made a new friend. His name is Neil. He was 6-years old and his Daddy and my Daddy are friends. On Christmas he was feeling real yucky and his Daddy took him to the hospital. He was really sick and had a really bad owwy under his belly button. The doctors had to take something out from Neal's tummy that was bigger than a baseball. Daddy says it called cancer.
Daddy took Mommy and me to visit Neal in the hospital I was born in. My Daddy and his Daddy had become good friends at work and when I met Neil he and I became friends too. I got to play with his dinosaurs. He and his brother really like them a lot! He had all these scary tubes and wires stuck in him all over. He was feeling really icky!
He hadn't eaten any food in days and was crying that he wanted some rice and tripe. Mommy told me tripe was cow belly. Ewww, gross! The doctors said he couldn't have anything to eat except what came through the tubes. He cried. So did his Daddy, especially when Neil started feeling pains in his belly. His Daddy told Neal to press his magic button so something in one of the tubes would make the pain hurt less. Neal didn't like that either. It was really sad.
He had to stay in the hospital until the new year. Even after he left, he had to keep going back to the hospital a lot. The doctors kept giving him some nasty medicine. It made him real sick and cry a lot.
He came to my birthday party but he wasn't looking happy. He had this funny mask on and a baseball cap. My Daddy said he might catch a cold and he was losing his hair. I don't like it when people aren't happy. It makes me not happy. I think Jesus was not happy too because he started crying so hard we had to stop playing and go inside. It made me sad because my Daddy had just got me a bouncy house to play with outside and now I couldn't.
When the rain stopped, Daddy turned the bouncy house back on but it was full of water. That’s when Neil and his brother came over with their Daddy. They wanted to play in the bouncy house too. My Daddy grabbed some towels and tried to dry it off. Neil and his brother climbed into the bouncy house and started to help. When Daddy went to get more towels, Neil’s Daddy started showing Neal and his brother where to wipe. They started jumping around and chasing the puddles. Pretty soon they had gotten most of the water and just kept on jumping around. Neil was jumping so much his hat had fallen of and then his hair started falling out all over the bouncy house. It was real funny. I got to play in my bouncy house on my birthday after all thanks to my buddy Neil.
We had cake and ice cream and I had a great party with lots of presents. Neil had to leave early though because he started feeling icky again. I wish he could have stayed longer. He was a lot of fun. Daddy says he had to go home to get ready for some more of the icky medicine the doctors were giving him. He has to keep taking the yucky medicine until almost my next birthday. I hope he is better soon. I want to play in the bouncy house again with him.
This'll be the first year Mommy is letting Jacob look funny. I am so happy and excited he's on Team JJ. We are going to do this every year!
My Daddy, Jacob and I are proud to be part of the St. Baldrick's Foundation – a volunteer-driven charity that funds more in childhood cancer research grants than any organization in the world except the U.S. government – more than $14 million in 2010 alone. Join us and Let's CONQUER!
With head-shaving and other fundraising events, this volunteer-driven charity funds more in childhood cancer research grants than any organization except the U.S. government. Your gift will give hope to infants, children, teens and young adults fighting childhood cancers. So when I ask for your support, I'm really asking you to support these kids. Thank you! Click "Make a donation" to give online, or donate by phone or mail.
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