WTF: Whitney's Totally Fighting
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I'm not sure what to say but I'm going to tell you how important it is to me to have your help. First things first you have to know why I have started this fundraiser.
I'll start by telling you that I have a sister named Whitney. She's amazing. She's one of the greatest people I have ever known - and probably ever will. She always puts everyone before herself. She is patient and kind and sometimes overwhelmingly loving to the point that you don't even know how to love so much back. She reads like a speed demon. She makes people quilts and knits them soft scarves. She has a ton of coloring books, and a beautiful box of colored pencils, so you can color at will any time you go to her house. She takes care of people in the hardest times every single day. She is a warrior. She is inquisitive. She would probably go to school forever if she could. She is strong. She is so much more than I could ever put into words. She's my big sister and a best friend, and she's had a hell of a year.
Writing this makes it all a little less surreal because it means you will know about it, out in the world, it won't be a private family thing anymore. It will be out in the open. People might want to talk about it, or share their own story, which I'm totally fine with, because unfortunately it seems like these stories are ever so frequent these days. You hear so many stories, you meet survivors, yet when it hits your family - it's different. All the stories didn't warn you about the sinking feeling in your stomach, or the random moments filled with tears because somehow it managed to creep up on you in the middle of the work day. They don't tell you how to fix it - because they can't. I hate not being able to fix things.
My big sister, Whitney, has cancer. I said it. I said it before to a couple people during strange interactions, when it would force its self out like word vomit.
I need your help, and I hope you will consider donating as we travel down the road of sick days and regular week days, wigs and waiting, treatments and treats.
Whitney will begin Chemotherapy next week for the next several months and without a doubt in my mind will kick it's ass. They caught the stupid super invasive SOB and odds are in our favor. She has the Will To Fight - and that's the first battle. Please help. Money is lame, but she's gonna need some. Every little bit helps - I hope you can help.
WTF - Whitney's Totally Fighting
I'll start by telling you that I have a sister named Whitney. She's amazing. She's one of the greatest people I have ever known - and probably ever will. She always puts everyone before herself. She is patient and kind and sometimes overwhelmingly loving to the point that you don't even know how to love so much back. She reads like a speed demon. She makes people quilts and knits them soft scarves. She has a ton of coloring books, and a beautiful box of colored pencils, so you can color at will any time you go to her house. She takes care of people in the hardest times every single day. She is a warrior. She is inquisitive. She would probably go to school forever if she could. She is strong. She is so much more than I could ever put into words. She's my big sister and a best friend, and she's had a hell of a year.
Writing this makes it all a little less surreal because it means you will know about it, out in the world, it won't be a private family thing anymore. It will be out in the open. People might want to talk about it, or share their own story, which I'm totally fine with, because unfortunately it seems like these stories are ever so frequent these days. You hear so many stories, you meet survivors, yet when it hits your family - it's different. All the stories didn't warn you about the sinking feeling in your stomach, or the random moments filled with tears because somehow it managed to creep up on you in the middle of the work day. They don't tell you how to fix it - because they can't. I hate not being able to fix things.
My big sister, Whitney, has cancer. I said it. I said it before to a couple people during strange interactions, when it would force its self out like word vomit.
I need your help, and I hope you will consider donating as we travel down the road of sick days and regular week days, wigs and waiting, treatments and treats.
Whitney will begin Chemotherapy next week for the next several months and without a doubt in my mind will kick it's ass. They caught the stupid super invasive SOB and odds are in our favor. She has the Will To Fight - and that's the first battle. Please help. Money is lame, but she's gonna need some. Every little bit helps - I hope you can help.
WTF - Whitney's Totally Fighting
Organizer
Joanna Hall
Organizer
Dracut, MA
