My heart hurts right now. In the past few hours, I learned of the death of two more beautiful children whose stories I’ve followed and for whose miracle cures I’ve prayed. But once–no, twice–again, that fucking asshole cancer won.
Ty Louis Campbell, age five.
Lane Goodwin, age 13.
Both of them died today.
I can’t even begin to wrap my head around the pain these families must be feeling right now. But Erin and Stuart Santos know. Maya and Woody Thompson know. And so do too many other parents whose children have been killed by this son-of-a-bitch bastard disease.
Fuck anyone who says childhood cancer is too rare to allocate enough funds to find a cure.
And fuck you, cancer.