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Eerily Normal

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zoo 09August 31, 2009 The other night, I said to John, “It’s almost like you could forget there’s anything wrong with her.”

Things have been so normal. She feels really good, has great energy, and has really leveled out emotionally. We’re so grateful. It’s more than we ever hoped for at this point.

She had a dance lesson Friday, which she loved. Played with a friend all afternoon. We went to the zoo Sunday morning before everyone else got there. It was cool and empty and wonderful. She played soccer and ran around a field with friends yesterday afternoon. She’s a little slow and a little awkward when she runs, but she runs, which didn’t seem possible just two months ago when she could barely walk.

John’s reply to my pointing out how pleasantly surprised I am by Tanner’s well-being was that it seemed, “Eerily normal.”

That may seem an odd comment for a situation we are so thankful for, but it struck just right for me.

It seems normal if you could forget about the medicine 3-5 times a day, or her pale skin or her thinning hair. The frequent stomach aches and nausea. The fact that she goes to the bathroom 25 or so times a day or that she wakes up 3-4 times a night.

I think it seems an eerie normal because we don’t trust it. We feel certain it won’t last and behind it lurks the constant worry that any small fever or illness could send her to the hospital immediately.

Today is a good example. After feeling so great yesterday, she woke this morning with a sore throat and joint pain in her legs and feet. I’ve had to help her to the bathroom all morning and I can‘t tell whether the sore throat is from emerging mouth sores or is an infection. See. Eerily normal.

But, overall, we are grateful beyond belief that she is as able as she is. It is so much more than we ever hoped for when we began this journey three months ago.

Love,
Beth

This is Jake’s Day

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Jake's first day of school

Jake's first day of school

August 27, 2009 Recently, my hairdresser told me that my hair was falling out, likely due to stress. Tanner overheard me saying this to a friend and asked me tonight what stress meant. I told her it meant that I worried about things.

“What do you worry about?” she asked.

“I worry about you,” I said.

“Because I have leukemia,” she stated. She didn’t ask. She knows why I am worried about her.

“Yes,” I said. “And, I worry about Jake.”

“Why do you worry about Jake?” she asked. “He doesn’t have anything wrong with him.”

“I worry that Jake gets forgotten sometimes,” I said. “It’s hard for him, too, honey.”

Tanner looked puzzled.

“Tanner, did Jake get a present in the mail, today?” I asked. She shook her head. “It was his first day of school today, but it was also your clinic day. Do you think I got more calls and emails about his first day of school or about your counts today?”

“My counts,” she guessed, wide eyed. “Why did people do that? It was mean!” she said, concerned for her little brother.

“No, honey, it isn’t mean,” I said. “Leukemia is a pretty big deal and people want to know how you are doing, because they love you.”

“A bigger deal than a first day of school,” she said.

“Yes,” I agreed. “But, Jake’s first day of school is still a big deal, especially to him. And, I worry that even Daddy and I forget to make a big deal for his stuff sometimes.”

As I said this, I remembered how I had pulled Tanner’s old nap mat out from under a bed the night before and washed it for him to take to school this morning. I had searched for weeks online for that nap mat when I bought it for Tanner, trying to find exactly the right mat, but I had totally forgotten about getting one for Jake and decided at the last minute that Tanner’s hand-me-down would do.

This was a risky conversation I had blundered into; I wasn‘t at all sure I should be having it. I didn’t want Tanner to feel guilty about the situation, but I really thought she might be able to understand that this has been hard for Jake, too. So, I waited with baited breath to see how well she would get my point.

After a moment, she said with a smile, “I’m going to give him some of my presents tomorrow.”

Whew. She understood and she responded exactly as I had hoped she might. She loves Jake fervently and he is fast becoming her best friend. She actually already shares almost everything she is given with him. These days, they often have no one else to play with; and they find ways to cross the age gap between them and find common ground. And they fight, of course, but what siblings don’t?

So, today was Jake’s Day… his first day of school. He was a little clingy when we first walked in, but was fine once he saw a particularly appealing “monster twuck” and didn’t even say goodbye when I kissed the curls on the back of his little head. The note from his teacher at the end of the day said he was “happy and playful.” That’s my boy. He took a nap on his nap mat for the first time and told me the teacher said to “shhhh and cwose my eyes.“ He also told me that Seth was his new “fwiend.” His paper crayon taped to the floor to mark his spot for lining up is “bwue.” Big stuff.

This is Jake’s day. If you want to read about Tanner‘s clinic visit, you’ll have to note the postscript after my sign off. Today, Jake gets to be first.

Love,
Beth

P.S. Tanner had a great day at clinic today. Her neutraphil counts were up to 1300 from 610, so she was able to take both types of chemo today. They reduced her methotrexate dose by 20%, to see if she tolerates it better this time. She was a champ and I was really proud of how brave she has become with all of this. The two chemos really messed with her stomach, though, and we had to stop several times while driving home from the hospital and on the way to pick up Jake for restroom breaks. But, she felt pretty good at bedtime so I’m hopeful she’ll handle this round as well as she handled everything else.

Jake’s Big Day

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August 26, 2009 Jake has his first day of school tomorrow! He’s so excited! I had to drag him out of Miss Julie’s room kicking and screaming the other day at orientation, so I think that’s a good sign he likes it. He went to “school” at the same church last year as well, but this year has a new teacher, and he will be doing much more big boy things.

I asked him at dinner what he liked best about Miss Julie’s classroom and he said, “Monster Twucks.” Nuff said.

At first when Tanner found out Jake would be going to school this fall, she was upset. “If I can’t go to school, then Jake can’t either,” she said. But, when I pointed out the fun things we might be able to do without little brother around, she found a way to be happy for him.

I’m proud of her, though, for loving him enough to be excited for him when she is so sad she can’t go to school herself. She is going to help me take his “first day of school” picture tomorrow morning before we drop him off and make our way to the clinic.

She’s also made a lot of progress expressing anger appropriately. She still has her moments, but has managed to be more respectful and calm than she had been over the last month or more. I don’t often notice her trying to pick and fight anymore, and if she does, we just put her in her room until she calms down and that seems to lessen the duration of the problem at least. So, I’m proud of her for this, too.

We’re praying for better counts tomorrow so we can start back on the methotrexate and maybe go over to the school to visit Tanner’s classroom and teacher. They’ve already had some Swine Flu cases there, though, so I don’t know if we’ll be able to go either way. It would mean so much to her, I think, to see the room and her desk there waiting for her. I think she’s having a hard time connecting what is going on there with what she is doing with her homebound teacher. A visit might help, but we certainly don’t want to risk any exposure to the flu.

Tanner’s Light the Night Team has raised $2,125 so far to help in the fight against blood cancers! If you would like to walk with us Oct. 1 in Tanner’s honor, go to http://pages.lightthenight.org/tn/MidTN09/TeamTanner and sign up for Tanner’s Team. All proceeds benefit the Leukemia and Lymphoma Society.

Will post tomorrow once I know any medical updates.

Love,
Beth

Same last name?

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Tanner and Jake playing doctor in June

Tanner and Jake playing doctor in June

August 25, 2009 It’s amazing to watch a kid internalizing something that is happening to them and then see it show up in their play. I was in the kitchen cleaning up today and heard Jake yelling, “No, no, no!” at Tanner as she was saying, “You have to hold still or it will hurt!” This, in the world of a mother, is grounds for leaping the kitchen bar to see what is going on.

 

What I found was Jake, lying on the floor with his shirt unbuttoned, Tanner trying to hold him down as she “sliced” him with a pretend scalpel from the doctor kit. After convincing Tanner that she really shouldn’t hold her brother down for pretend medical procedures, I volunteered to let her operate on me instead.

Tanner proceeded, with great aplomb, to surgically implant a port-a-cath into my chest. Well, actually, it was a little closer to my belly-button, but why nitpick?

She then accessed my port with a pretend needle, and with a syringe, proceeded to “flush” my port and administer chemo. All the while, I was supposed to be asleep from “sleepy milk.”

Priceless… both for my memory bank and for Tanner’s mental health. In one playful moment, she turned the tables and became the one in control of all the medical procedures she has endured. Good for her.

This play mimics many of the things that happen to her each week at clinic or have happened to her during her hospital stay at diagnosis. The day after she was diagnosed, Tanner had a port-a-cath surgically implanted into her chest. This is a small, circular port with a silicone bubble on the top and a catheter line that runs from the port to an artery directly above her heart. When she needs anything you would normally receive or give through an IV (blood, medicine, chemo, etc.), she gets it through her port. It allows medicine to get through her body quickly and allows her more freedom than a central line which leaves the IV tubes hanging out of the child’s chest. Every week, when we go to clinic, the nurse sticks Tanner with an IV needle through her skin into her port. That’s how they draw blood to check her counts and how the administer her chemo. Luckily, there is a numbing cream we can put on her port before we go to the hospital that really cuts down on the pain of accessing (and deaccessing) the port.

Last week, she sat at a disconnected computer in my office while Jake and I played foosball and pretended to be the admitting clerk at the hospital. She told me to pretend I was in the ER and she was trying to find me a room. The conversation went something like this:

T: Mam, can you tell me your name?
B: Beth Page

T: What is your son’s name?
B: Jake

T: Same last name?
B: Uh, yes.

T: Your phone number area code first?
B: I give the number, trying not to laugh

T: I’ll need your insurance company
B: United Healthcare

T: And your group number
B: Pause (Now I am laughing and have to take a moment). 51645

T: Thank you, Mam. I’m looking for a room for you and your son. You don’t want to have to sleep in the ER; it’s very noisy here. Just give me a minute. (she types at the computer for a while). Guess what? I found you a room! You’re so lucky!

Too funny… and too awesome. This is exactly the type of thing that lets her process what has been happening to her and shows me that she is accepting this new normal. She is six, but she has it all figured out, thanks to a doctor’s kit and a somewhat willing brother as a patient.

Love,
Beth

Don’t Let the Bedbugs Bite

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August 24, 2009 We’re praying for restful sleep tonight for Tanner. She has not slept well for the past four nights or so and it seems to be catching up to her. She keeps waking up, agitated, crying, freezing, burning up, etc. She can’t tell you what’s wrong; she’s usually half asleep and won’t talk to me at all. You would think she has a fever, but she doesn’t. I can’t help but think it’s her body reacting to the poison that is chemo. So, tonight, although I’m not sure it’s the kosher thing to do, we’ve decided to give her painkiller if she wakes up. I think, at this point, sleep is the most important thing.

She has had a cough, but no fever, the last two days. We’re hoping that her immune system will continue to fight off whatever this cough is and we won’t end up in the hospital again.

Having said that, she still feels so much better than we ever though she would at this stage of the game. She is able to do so much more and has so much more energy than we ever dreamed she would. We saw some friends this morning at Pinkerton Park who commented on how great she looks and seems to feel. We are blessed that she has kept her hair thus far and has not had low red blood counts, which cause fatigue, headaches and shortness of breath. The low white counts don’t make her feel bad, just make her susceptible to infection.

Tomorrow is Jake’s open house for preschool. We’ll meet his teacher for the first time and have a chance to explain to the other parents the importance of keeping us informed about any illnesses Jake may be exposed to and bring home to Tanner. If this season turns out to be the crazy flu season everyone expects it to be, we may have to pull Jake out of school temporarily to minimize her exposure. Hopefully, not, though. The little man loves him some school!

Tanner will go to the neighbor’s house tomorrow to play with Corinne’s sister, Laurel. She loves to “Mommy” her. Thursday, Jake starts school for real and Tanner and I will head back to the clinic to try again with the methotrexate, as long as her counts are high enough. Hopefully, they are. As much as you would like to avoid the chemo, it’s obviously important that she gets it. She will receive this chemo again by mouth for 2 years of long term maintenance, so being ultra sensitive to it could be a problem.

We’re still riding bikes, still having picnics, still playing on the playgrounds, still swimming, still learning, still laughing and still living life. We’re not having bad days too often any more, just some bad moments among good days. It’s a different life, but still a really great one.

Love,
Beth

The Energizer Bunny

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August 21, 2009 Just a quick post to say, again, that Tanner’s energy never ceases to amaze me. We went letterboxing this morning (thanks to all those sweet people who responded to last night’s post with plans for today… I have the best friends imaginable) with friends and rode bikes for a mile or more, then played on the playground. Tanner wanted to ride another trails that loops around the playground, but I was pooped from running after bikes and we went home. Had lunch, nap for Jake, quiet time for Tanner. Then, Tanner and I danced for a while. Then, she danced some more by herself. THEN, we went swimming at the Whitlers’… for two hours (sorry guys, we had no idea we were there that long). — (cruise director response: y’all can stay all day and all night anytime!)
She got a little sleepy in the car on the way home, but rebounded as we were eating and was chatty Cathy at bedtime.

HOW IN THE WORLD?!!! I was tired and I do not have leukemia.

One of my friends commented on Facebook that Tanner used to have the energy of 5 kids, so on chemo, she probably has the energy of 2. I think she’s right.

One funny side note… Yesterday I was broaching the dreaded task of trying to sort out all the medical bills and match them up with EOB’s. (May I just say, I will never again complain about our insurance premiums. Thank God and Franklin American Mortgage Company for good insurance, a good job and a supportive work environment.) Anyway, I came across a bill from Vanderbilt for the night that Tanner had to spend in the hospital because she had a fever. The charges were $8,700 (for ONE night), but our portion to pay was…. $1.00. That’s right, one dollar. Vanderbilt sent us a bill for one dollar! Too funny. I couldn’t bear to write a check for $1 and waste a stamp on it, so I paired it with another bill and wrote one check for both.

Again, thank God we have good insurance. I read somewhere that average treatment cost for a child with leukemia is over half of a million dollars. After looking at the charges thus far, I can easily believe it will get to that point. I don’t know how a family who is not as fortunate as we are can do this. The financial strain, on top of what you are already going through, must be unbearable.

I said I was going to make a quick update, and I’m already off on a tangent.

Never mind.

Love,
Beth

Stir Crazy

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August 20, 2009 It’s just been three days since we’ve been on these new precautions due to Tanner’s low counts, and already, we’re stir crazy. We like to go, go, go here at the Page house and it’s hard to find someplace to go right now. So, this morning, after our plans to go swimming had been foiled by the impending storms, we were verklempt. What do you do when you can’t really go anywhere?

We decided, after playing all morning at the house, to go out for a bike ride before lunch. Our neighborhood is right next door to Tanner’s Elementary school and you can see the playground from the end of street. Not thinking, I led my little troop on scooters and bikes down to the cul-de-sac which borders the school. Tanner and Jake were ahead of me, as I was on foot pulling a wagon. When I rounded the corner, Tanner was standing with her back to me, off her bike, facing the playground where I could hear schoolchildren shrieking and laughing. I watched her tiny shoulders droop and saw her bike helmet slide to the ground. She sunk to her knees and curled up, crying, but still staring at the playground, where she should have been playing.

I approached her slowly, kissed her head and pulled her into my lap. “I’m so sorry, T,” was all I could think to say. She cried for a little while, then got up, threw her helmet in anger and began running toward the playground. “I can go there if I want. I don’t care if I have leukemia!” she yelled. I just let her go, knowing she wouldn’t get far. She stopped and lay down in the grass, facedown.

Just then, a mother of one of Tanner’s classmates who had seen us from the parking lot approached… a welcome distraction. She chatted with Tanner, telling her how much her classmates missed her and were waiting for her return. Tanner warmed up gradually and was ready to show off her new “two-wheeler” bike riding skills when Jake fell and skinned his knee. Lots more crying. Then, Tanner, waving at our guest, yelled, “Watch me ride!” Right before the chain fell off of her bike. Seriously.

Are you there God, it’s me, Beth Page. I think you’ve forgotten about us down here. A girl could use a break now and then, you know?

Needless to say, we went home. Tanner crammed in the wagon, with her disabled bike resting precariously across the edge. Jake riding his scooter with his bloody knee, crying, “I’m bweeding.”

In the end, though, it turned out to be an okay day, despite a rocky start. We ate lunch, Jake took a nap, Tanner played a new computer game and did some homework. Later, we went back down to the cul-de-sac (yes, we are gluttons for punishment) after having repaired the bike and applying a large band-aid, and ended up flying a kite and playing on the school playground with neighbor kids.

Then, the ducks came back… for the fifth day. We didn’t have any bread this time (we’ve given away all we had to them on previous nights), but the neighbor had ritz crackers and we fed them those. Seems those duck have taken up residence.

The Vincristine continued it’s assault on Tanner’s legs today. She fell in the morning, saying her foot suddenly hurt and she could not walk on it. We rested for 5 minutes and it was okay, but it’s just evidence of the neuropathy that the Vincristine causes. I noticed her running in the field today; she is looking awkward again. And, at bedtime, her right leg failed her on the way up the stairs and she fell. She asked why she was having so much trouble on the stairs. “It’s the Vincristine,” was all I needed to say. She knows what that means, and although it frustrates her, she accepts it.

Even though what happened at the playground was sad this morning, it marked an improvement in her ability to articulate her emotional pain appropriately. Two weeks ago, that would have ended in a giant temper tantrum and I would have been the punching bag. Today, she threw a helmet in anger and let me hold her while she cried. A vast improvement that I think we can attribute to the play therapy. The therapist feels like she is working out some of her fears through play, and that just being able to express it in some way is a relief to her.

So, it’s two steps forward and one step back… or maybe the opposite today. We’re hoping for sunshine tomorrow so we can try swimming again in the morning.

Note to self: do not go to the cul-de-sac during school hours… just too painful.

Love,
Beth

So Sad

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August 18, 2009 I wasn’t planning on posting today; it was an uneventful day for the most part and I didn’t really have much to say. But, then just moments ago, as I was idly surfing the net, I wondered whether the Tanner Time blog would show up if you googled Tanner’s name. It does, which is cool, but beneath it was another blog listed for another Tanner Page.

I opened the blog to find that a beautiful little 7-year-old boy named Tanner Page had passed away just this past January from brain cancer. His family has the most beautiful site in his honor. They write messages to him on the blog, even now, to tell him how much they miss him, to ask him to watch over his mother and father, to let him know they see him in a sunset, a wave on the beach or a butterfly at the window. It is heartbreaking and I cannot stop crying.

Tanner is not the most common name and it seems so strange that they are basically they same age and both with cancer. This is a bizarre world.

I sent his parents a message; I didn’t really know what to say except that maybe a little part of their Tanner could live on in ours. Perhaps it will bring some small comfort in the midst of what must be an unimaginable sadness.

Yes, this is a bizarre world.

Beth

School Days

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August 18, 2009 Well, it finally happened. The “good counts” bubble we were living in popped. Tanner’s neutraphils (big infection fighting white cells) were down to 610 from 1500 last clinic visit. Somewhere around 4,000 is normal, and 500 or under is considered neutrapenic, which means you almost have no ability to fight infection. So, 610 is pretty low. They were unable to give her methotrexate (one of the two chemos she is currently taking) today since she was under 750. They were supposed to be increasing her dose of methotrexate every 10 days during this phase until she could no longer tolerate it. So, now they realize that Tanner is very sensitive to this chemo and they will have to adjust their dosages for her. She got Vincristine today, since it doesn’t really affect counts much, but will wait until next visit to see if her counts return to an acceptable level to start the Methotrexate again. They will give her a lower dose this time and go from there.

This sounds really bad, but actually isn’t. I mean, it stinks for the next 10 days since we will be more severely limited about going out (no more trips to Target or the grocery). But, it means that since her body and her leukemia are extra sensitive to the methotrexate, she will receive less of this drug for the remainder of her treatment. The doctors believe it will be no less effective, she just requires less than most people to do the job. This is a chemo that will be part of her treatment plan for the duration, so less chemicals in her little body is a good thing.

Of course, the low counts just had to coincide with Jake getting a cough and runny nose… of course. Have you ever tried to keep a six-year-old and a two-year-old away from each other when they have no one else to play with? After today, I can say, neither have I. I finally settled for them sitting at opposite ends of the sofa when they were playing Wii or watching TV. The rest I’m just trying to live with.

Her red counts are going strong, though, so she still has lots of energy and feels pretty good. The Vincristine, however, is definitely making itself known. She is getting slower and slower up the steps, the rash on her hands and feet is back and her hair is starting to fall out again.

We’ve had a busy couple of days. Her homebound teacher came for the first time on Saturday for an hour-and-a-half. The day before, Tanner, Jake and I went to Target to buy school supplies. We took the supply list, just like we were going to attend school and bought everything on that list — eight large glue sticks, 3 boxes of 24 crayons, a 6-inch ruler, etc. I think that made Tanner feel like she was ready for school. Then, we went home and made a school room in my office. We put in a table and chairs for both Tanner and the teacher, posted a big map on the wall, and set up all her supplies. She had a lot of fun putting it together and played in it for a long time afterward. We’re going to keep decorating it until it looks like a real school room.

Tanner and Mrs. O'Hara at work

Tanner and Mrs. O'Hara at work

Tonight I went to a parents meeting with Tanner’s teacher at school. We went over all the curriculum they would be covering and I almost cried (I didn‘t cry there; that would have been embarrassing. I cried at home where it is acceptable!). She would love this class and the many fun things they are doing. Tanner loves to belong to something and to be a part of the team (well, she actually likes to lead the team, but someone has to be in charge). Then, I started thinking, how in the world will she be able to keep up with just 3 hours a week of tutoring plus homework? It’s unbelievable what a first-grader learns these days! I think we were just learning how to sound out words, if that, when I went. Good grief, I had to think hard on some of the questions in their math workbook! But, the school is being so awesome about looking for ways for her to connect. She actually has a desk and a cubby with her name on it, so the kids know she’s coming and is part of the class. I’m going to try to take Tanner to see the classroom this week and she will love that.

Tonight, when John came home, he burst in the door talking about ducks down the street in our neighborhood. Ducks? We don’t have a pond here. The neighborhood backs up to the Harpeth River, but these ducks were walking down the street a good ways from the river. They grabbed bread from the fridge and headed down the street to feed them. Sure enough, these ducks seemed familiar with the bread scene and let them get fairly close before they finally flew away. It is so like my husband to run down the street in his suit, barefooted kids and all, to seize an opportunity and make the most of it.

Who would have ever thought you would see ducks just walking down the street in our waterless neighborhood? Who would have thought our daughter could get a disease that only strikes .004% of U.S. children each year? Strange things happen. Maybe it’s what you do with them that is most important.

Love,
Beth

Two Ways You Can Help

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August 16, 2009 We have been, as I have mentioned before, but cannot mention enough, profoundly blessed by the kindness of friends, neighbors, church members, family and people we have never even met since we began this journey 2 ½ months ago. It is humbling to know just how many are praying for Tanner every day, much less bringing us meals, sending sweet gifts and offering words of encouragement and hope.

Yet, amazingly, people still ask us on a regular basis what else they can do to help. I’ll be honest, if I took any more meals from someone at this point, I’d just be taking them because I’m a lousy cook, not because I have any less time than you do to make dinner. Things are fairly normal in that department. And, I have my Jake-care situation well taken care of, thanks to Aunt Beth, my parents and my mother-in-law.

But, now two dear friends have found another way you can help… by contributing to some great causes in Tanner’s honor.

Leslie Woods, friend and babysitter to Tanner and Jake, has organized “Tanner’s Trotters” a team for Franklin 4 the Cure 5k run/walk and family festival held in the Westhaven community on Highway 96 in Franklin on Saturday, September 19. It’s a great event that benefits the American Cancer Society, the National Childhood Cancer Research Foundation, and Vanderbilt Children’s Hospital. There are children’s runs right after the adult version as well as a kids fun area and a concert later that night by Deana Carter. The event is being held this year in honor of Tanner’s friend Lily, who has ALL, and a little boy named Cooper who has brain cancer. Both kids live in the neighborhood. You can register to run or walk on the Tanner’s Trotters team by September 17 at www.run4thecure.org.

Robin Embry a great friend and former co-worker of mine at Lovell Communications, has started a Team Tanner for the Leukemia and Lymphoma Society’s Light the Night Event held on October 1 at LP Field. This is a really special event where teams of people walk in support of those who have cancer. Cancer survivors carry illuminated white balloons and are surrounded by their supporters carrying illuminated red balloons. Those who have lost a loved one to cancer carry a gold balloon in their memory. Although Tanner will not be able to walk with us, due to her immune system issues, we will have a team for her this year and hope she can see for herself next year how many people love her. You can either join the team to walk with us and raise money from friends, family or co-workers, or you can simply donate to the cause on the Website. This is not a fitness walk, but more of a short, ceremonial type of walk. There are activities for kids at the event, so it’s even appropriate for children. To join the team or donate, go to http://pages.lightthenight.org/tn/MidTN09/TeamTanner.

I’ve never liked asking people for money; it’s just not my gig. But, if you could help us honor Tanner in one of these two ways and raise money to help keep another family from going through this misery, John and I would be very appreciative. We’d love to be able to tell Tanner that her team made the most money. Especially since she can’t attend either event.

And, thank you, thank you, thank you to Leslie and Robin for doing this for us. We can’t tell you what this means.

Love,
Beth