For those of you that might not know, in 2006 my youngest daughter was diagnosed with cancer.
In 2008 she was a part of an event called “Fashion Funds The Cure” that benefits the Pediatric Cancer Foundation. It’s a fashion show that highlights some gorgeous girls that are currently going through treatment, celebrates the survivors and mourns the loss of too many far too soon.
Before the fashion show there was a day where Peyton was allows in all the things she’d had too little of. “The Day Of Pampering” was full of painted nails, extravagant dresses and indulging her fondest little girl wishes.
The day had ended.
We were being driven home when the phone rang.
The day I had spent forgetting the reality of the seriousness of the disease my daughter and her little friends were battling was shattered in a moment.
A few words were all it took to let me know a friend had lost her child.
Tears on my face to steal Peyton’s carefree joy.
The unthinkable wasn’t unthinkable for that family.
They would leave the hospital where they’d driven their daughter to never drive her home again.
Tomorrow marks the five year anniversary from the day Peyton walked down that runway. Five years of her healthy survival into a cancer-free life that we never take for granted.