My son Tucker was diagnosed with Stage III cancer at age seven on April 13, 2012. His diagnosis: rhabdomyosarcoma of the prostate.

Don’t worry. We had never heard of it either. It’s a rare childhood cancer afflicting like 25 boys per year or something.

That tragic day gave me & Tucker’s father a whole new meaning to the words “Friday the 13th.” #jasonsgotnothingoncancer

Tucker is now 13, in 8th grade, & has been in remission since 2013–but still endures several long-term side effects from treatment. Upon diagnosis in 2012, he was in first grade. A few months prior to his diagnosis (August 2011), Tucker, his twin brother Kellen, & I moved after their father Mike & I had amicably divorced. Another change wasn't what we were looking for—especially one so devastating.

Quite obviously, childhood cancer is something I’d like to personally eradicate from this earth. I’ve heard & seen things you can only & cannot imagine. Children are being tortured, yestortured, for the “greater good”... for lack of a better term. Don’t get me wrong. I don’t hate childhood cancer treatment. It saved my kid’s life. I’m outstandingly grateful we live in a First World Country where cancer treatment is available. Life has no guarantees & living a cancer-free life is not a right in our Constitution.

Having said that, I wouldn’t mind seeing a nice little serum wrapped up all cutesy in a syringe, sitting upon my doorstep, within the next week.

Or, a “cure,” & a non-torturous one at that, please.

Better yet, a vaccine.

Alas, we all know that’s not going to happen... THIS week.

What I do hate is what Tucker went through while receiving chemo & radiation, & the side effects he continues to endure due to his lifesaving treatment: incontinence & ankle neuropathy, aka: foot drop. Therefore, raising money for childhood cancer research seemed like the most effective way for me to help other cancer kids & their parents. Research is the only way this awful disease can be understood, prevented, &/or treated. The National Cancer Institute only gives 4% of its funding to childhood cancer research. FOUR PERCENT. Shocking, yes, I know. The American Cancer Society doesn’t do much better.

Now, I’m pretty sure mostly everyone on this planet is “aware” of what childhood cancer is; thus,  I’ve taken the liberty of officially declaring September—at least on MY Facebook page & wherever else I feel like it—as “Raise a Sh*t-ton o’ Green for Childhood Cancer RESEARCH Month”... or RSGCCRM. 

Nevertheless, I shall remain in the spirit of the cancer holidays & honor those who invented Childhood Cancer Awareness Month by offering some childhood cancer “awareness” in the form of my old Facebook blog I’d written in 2014. Just when you thought you’ve escaped those CancerPalooza narratives o’ mine... #BOOM #Imbaaaack 

Hey, I’m all original like that.

Please be advised, the posts & blogs will not provide for you a list of statistics or links or huge rants on how I’m all Marsha-Brady-bitter & hate everyone. They’re simply detailed eyewitness accounts of Tucker’s story—from his mother’s perspective.

I created this donation site so that you may donate, each & every day, 50% of your savings, checking, retirement, vacation, kid’s college, future home mortgage, rainy day, kid’s piggybank, stolen wallets, & outright Scrooge funds to the cause. That is how you’ll thank me for stealing five to thirty minutes of your precious day, should you choose to read, of course.

Some days I’ll post a little (arguable term), some days a lot, some days nothing. Depends on my mood & the topic at hand. The things I post will be stuff I may have discussed before, or things on which I’ve briefed only a very few people, or things I’ve never ever talked about for whatever reason, or things I’ve selectively & unselectively forgotten about & stashed so far back in my mind that it’s going to take a construction crew & Geraldo Rivera to get them out. K, bad example. #jimmyhoffaisalive

Bottom line: My goal here is to RAISE MONEY. I know posting a fundraising link every day isn’t going to cut it. Therefore, I feel I must drive people mad with my ramblings until they beg me to stop. My goal is quite hefty: $8,000. That is how much one month of childhood cancer research costs. Of course I’d much rather raise more. And of course I realize I may not reach my goal—but I don’t care. That’s my goal & I’m sticking to it.

#cancermomsarerelentless

So, as always, read, don’t read, give, don’t not give (see what I did there?), hide me, don’t hide me, unfriend, don’t unfriend, like, don’t like, comment, don’t comment, share, don’t share. Blah-blah. No one is holding you down & I expect nothing... except a buncha cold hard cash sitting in this childhood cancer research fund.

No pressure though.

DISCLAIMER: Please be warned, I have hired a few members of the Slovenian mafia, my always-trustworthy Bloods & Crips boys, a crap-load of huge muscular headhunters, various terrorist groups, & Butch from The Little Rascals to rough-up a punk if you don’t at least give five measly dollars to my little fundraiser.

I HAVE WAYS OF KNOWING, PEOPLE. #snowdenworksforme

DONATE. Children & future children are depending on you! #guilttrip