Why do we invest the least in the most important things…?
My company sent a message to employees asking for charity suggestions for this year’s giving program.
I knew exactly who I was going to recommend. Of course I did. No hesitation. Absolute laser clarity on what I was going to do.
As I paged through the form, I reviewed agreements reminding me they could use my likeness and that I’d be expected to appear on social media and coordinate with whatever office handled things–should my suggested charity be picked.
I agreed to everything without hesitation.
Of course. I’ll appear on the news or social media or plant my face on whatever, if it will increase the critical research so desperately needed. I almost marveled at my speed, resolve, and even my attitude as I sliced through the paperwork and did the thing.
Of course I’ll represent the needs of the glioblastoma community everywhere.
Popping through every form field, before I knew it, I was writing this:
The Dr. Marnie Rose Foundation’s mission is to eradicate brain cancer through research, advocacy, and awareness, and to improve the lives of patients and caregivers. They are one of the few organizations that raise money specifically for glioblastoma research and for pediatric brain cancer. This is the terminal cancer my late husband, a veteran, died from. Glioblastoma is on the rise among veterans, and research is critical. As the fastest and most aggressive cancer known, many scientists feel that unlocking effective treatments for glioblastoma may help unlock effective treatments for other difficult cancers as well. However, brain cancer remains the least funded cancer there is. The Dr. Marnie Rose Foundation is passionate about its cause and fiscally responsible with the funds it raises. Every cent matters when you’re racing against time.
Brain cancer is the least funded/supported of all cancer research. So is brain-anything-research. Why? Our brain is critical to every function and part of who we are and how we live.
When John was fighting, there weren’t even any programs that could help with his chemo. Not for GBM.
I wish I felt this kind of satisfying certainty and clarity about more positive things in my life.
Damn straight, I’ll sign the waiver.
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