This is my son Eddie Dunn—my best (and only) son. Throughout his life he's always been one of the driving forces in my family's day-to-day lives. Three and half years ago, when my husband, Joe, died of brain cancer, Eddie took over the role of being the “man of the house.” Eddie had big shoes to fill, both figuratively and quite literally. You see, we are a family of clowns, known as Paddy & Paddycake & Family, with big blue shoes and red noses for all!!! In addition to all the family and household-related responsibilities Eddie assumed, he also took up the costume, along with its tall hat, and filled in for his dad, helping spread hope and joy to countless others in need. Eddie made a great lead clown, especially because of his natural gift of making people laugh. He is always the first to try and make you smile, no matter what the circumstances, and always the first to lend a helping hand. Now he and his family are the ones who need help. This March, just after his 40th birthday, Eddie was diagnosed with Stage 4 Lung Cancer, and it had already spread to his bones in several spots by the time of his diagnosis. Since then, he's treated this cancer as an enemy to be fought—and fighting he does—each and every day. With each knockdown from a test result or especially tough treatment, he gets up, shakes it off, and goes right back onto the frontlines to fight. Eddie has always loved playing pool, and is a Class 9 Pool Player—a rarity in that sport. He even met the love of his life, Doreen, on a pool league. Doreen had three small children when he met her. Now, this might be a turnoff for most men, but not for Eddie. He took to “fatherhood” like a duck to water, and loves every minute he spends with his family: Doreen, Lilly (8), Lena (6) and Frankie (5). They are his driving force in his fight. Doreen has been there for every treatment, every blood test, every single thing he needed with transfusions. She holds his head up when he's sick, and dances with him when he's well—never out of reach of the helpful, caring hands of her mom, or friends and family, who are always there at a moment's notice to help babysit or drive. Eddie’s sisters, extended family and friends have all rallied to his side, helping to make the road on this journey more populated with smiles than fears. His contagious optimism and positive attitude keeps all the support team “in check”—however, there are limits to what anyone can do. Another one of Eddie’s passions is his job. He has continued working, even after exhausting, painful, and sometimes debilitating chemo/radiation treatments. Many days Eddie will take the trip to the city to work, then “hop on the subway uptown” to Sloan Kettering for his treatments. Eddie’s work days are quickly becoming things of the past, unfortunately, along with a regular paycheck. Like so many others who’ve fought this battle, Eddie has had to concede to some of the life changes that accompany this insidious disease. Eddie has been lucky to have some “wizards” for doctors, yet with such wizardry comes mounting expenses. Any mother would do anything to help her children. You're always a mom, from cradle to grave, and always want to make things “all better.” Eddie always tells his sisters and I, “I'm fine, don't worry,” but the reality is that there are caps and deductibles on his insurance; new necessary equipment, such as a wheelchair, he will eventually need, as well as pain patches, etc.; and not everything is fully covered by insurance. Sometimes, things are not “fine,” and one has to ask for help. For all the aforementioned reasons and so many more, it is with a heavy, yet hopeful, heart that I write this request to you. With the holidays coming and his insurance resetting, I ask that you Please Help Me Help My Son by alleviating one less worry for them, the bills, thus making Eddie’s entire ordeal perhaps just that much easier, all-around. Please try and read his journal on Caring Bridge (caringbridge.org) and get a full flavor of what a very, very special, and loving, man Eddie Dunn is, to so, so many. Eddie is Very Much Loved, and he has A Lot More Love To Give. Please contribute generously, and God Bless You & Your Family for your attention and efforts to help my son. Thank You So Much.