At the end of August, I vowed to post every day for Childhood Cancer Awareness Month.

Surprisingly to me (and everyone else I am sure) I have kept up with that vow.

Every day, for the past 12 days, I have posted about childhood cancer.

I have shared
. I have shared facts. I have shared stories of real life children battling childhood cancer.

Prior to September, I got geared up for the gold and wrote a personal letter to Kroger stores and a
asking them to go gold for September.




I was ready to give my 110% the entire month of September to make sure each and every person who reads my blog, will know that I care about making a difference for childhood cancer.

Yet, hear I sit, 13 days into September, trying to find the strength to keep fighting.

I am sure it is a bump in the road. A small hurdle that I will overcome by tomorrow.

That was the post I was writing. Those were the feelings I was feeling.

And as I was writing these feelings, I came across
.

I don’t know this blogger. I don’t know this post.

I am participating in a comment-a-thon and this post was in my group and I had to go over, read the post, and leave a meaningful comment.

I did part of my group two nights ago, I didn’t do any last night, and then I’ve done some tonight.

This post just instills that

everything happens for a reason

.

So while I am sitting here feeling defeated, I am reminded that while I may not be making a difference on a big scale of things, I am making a little difference whether it be to make someone smile or to share about a foundation that hasn’t been heard of yet.

I am making a difference.

I will continue to fight for our children with cancer because at this point, if I won’t – who will?

They are our future and they should not be suffering. I refuse to sit here and watch the “awareness” activities going on around me and not do anything until the day my child is diagnosed and then rally for the cause.

I want to rally for the cause now. I want action now.

And with that post, I will find the strength to fight.