Just a few weeks ago, my kids found out one of their parents has Stage IV metastatic colorectal cancer, at age 34, just after his son, their little brother, was born. Staggered by the news and the reality that the best case scenario is wildly harrowing, I am now in the growing camp of humans in the US who leverage social networks to meet our healthcare needs. Which is a thing that deserves to be named as deeply destabilizing to our individual and collective nervous systems: knowing your culture puts more value on money than on life. So here we are. My girls' stepdad Diego Rojas is raising $100,000 to cover at least three invasive surgeries and ongoing treatment like radiation and chemotherapy, which he started around Christmas. http://bit.ly/diegoscancergofundme (link in bio). As you might imagine, this is in some ways very new territory, and in other ways, I've been here before. But not like this, and it's a lot to navigate as a parent working in the world of #griefliteracy and #deathphobia. It's also expensive, time-consuming, scary, and painful. We are all tired and we've just barely stepped onto this rocky road into the unknown. I personally am now evaluating more rigorously where I put my focus and energy. If you're in #PDX, and are into food, there are a number of restaurants donating a portion of sales: Today 1/15 @laurelhurstmarket 5-10pm Tomorrow 1/16 FUNDRAISER @clydecommon Mezzanine 7-9:30pm, afterparty @acehotelportland TICKETS, INFO, + DONATE: diegooutshinescancer.com Thanks, friends. (at Portland, Oregon) https://www.instagram.com/p/B7W7pLXAP4N/?igshid=axv3f8g86rtd
