My brother has always been a very important person in my life. While we may not be the closest, he’s always been incredibly supportive of me and never fails to make me smile. Even when I was a little boy, he spent loads of time with me, tickling me and getting me laugh, sparking my childhood interest in Pokemon, and teasing me like any older brother would. He’s one of the most positive people I know, and I don’t know what I would do without him.
I don’t remember much about my childhood, but I remember at one moment in my life we spent a lot of time in Wisconsin. I was an immature child and in all honesty most of the memories of fuzzy, but I remember spending lots of time in hospitals, not really knowing what was going on. It took a long time for me to actually learn what was happening, and it was only until a few years later that my mom explained to me that my brother had nearly died to Stage 3 Leukemia. She told me a gut-wrenching story about how my brother had told my mom that it was okay if his time came, because she still had me and my sister. Even as a kid, I understood how serious this was, and I’ve never forgotten the story she’s told me. I don’t think I ever will.
The effects and fears that come along with cancer never really hit me; I was a young, immature kid, and all I knew was that my brother was still here, that he had won the battle, and that leukemia was a thing of a past. But in January, when my mom called me in tears explaining to me that my brother might potentially have cancer again, that’s when my heart truly dropped. I was incredibly scared about how things might change in the next few months. I stayed up at night wondering which doctors we would see, wondering when I would see my brother, hoping that things would be okay. It was honestly one of the most terrifying and stressful times in my life.
While eventually we found out it was a false alarm, the whole situation really rattled me and made me reflect on my life. It really served as a reminder of how important family is to me, and how quickly life can change for the better or the worst. My brother’s been a huge inspiration to me. He’s had such a difficult life, missing many of his golden years spent instead in hospitals, time focused on surviving to see the next day. And against all odds, he was able to do the impossible and beat Stage 3 Leukemia.
So I want to do something I’ve always thought as impossible, and run a marathon for him. He means the world to me, and I know the pain through training and running is nothing compared to everything he’s gone through. The money going to St. Jude’s will help other families who are going through what my family had once gone through, and I’d be honored to be able to support such a great cause.
Thanks for taking the time to read this, and a big thanks to any donations, no matter how big or small. These donations will mean the world to those affected by cancer, and will mean the world to me as I run for my brother.