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An invitation to Trivia Night -                     Marvel Vs DC Vs Disney

4/10/2020

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Who would win?  Wonder Woman from DC, Elsa from Disney or Scarlet Witch from Marvel?

Pit your Marvel, DC and Disney knowledge against each other at our FREE Zoom Trivia night.

Join us in isolation, together. 

Saturday 18th April- Fancy Dress optional but wildly preferred!

AWESOME prizes for first, second and third and a fancy dress prize for 'bringin' it'

6pm-6.30pm - MUSIC - shake your money maker to some music while we get everyone organised with their video and audio feeds.

6.30-7pm - Let the Trivia BEGIN! Tanya Allan, founder of Bravery Box will be hosting the Trivia portion of the evening.

7pm - The lovely Sarah Hamilton and Hannah Diaz are SHAVING THEIR HEAD for Bravery Box 

7.30pm - Tanya will announce the 1st, 2nd and 3rd place winners as well as the winner of the Fancy Dress Prize!
Sponsor Sarah & Hannah's Head Shave

    Please send me the ZOOM code, I totally want to come to TRIVIA

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After the storm, by Natasha Hunter

1/22/2020

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On Feb 7 2017 Harry was diagnosed with Acute Lymphoblastic Leukaemia - Philadelphia Positive. This disease is ferociously aggressive, as was Harry's treatment Protocols. Two times he was in PICU (Paediatric Intensive Care) with a very uncertain future. Both times he battled his way back. His treatment left him in chronic pain and unable to walk. The following story is written by his mother Natasha, about his recovery, about his continued feeling of isolation and about her ferocious love for her son. ​Love Tanya
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There is a saying that goes something like this, “And once the storm is over, you won’t know how you made it through, how you survived, or if the storm is really over. But one thing you know is that you are not the same person that went into that storm. You are forever changed.” 
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Harry finished his chemotherapy in February of this year, 2019.

There was no bell.

There was no big build up to Harry’s last chemo, no celebration, no photos of the last chemo.

​It certainly wasn’t how I pictured it. 
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​For those that don’t know, Harry ended up with the mother of all pneumonia’s 5 weeks before his scheduled end of treatment, putting him back into hospital, including PICU, for 5 weeks, fighting yet again another life threatening infection. So it was decided that Harry would not restart his chemotherapy, that he was done, five weeks early. His little body could not take anymore. 
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I remember standing in his hospital room, smiling, thinking that’s it, he is done then, no more chemo after 2 years of it. Yet, bitter sweet because as he lay in front of me struggling to breathe, using every abdominal muscle, chest sucked in, grunting as he tried to breathe, no improvement on the myriad of antibiotics he was on, my heart was broken. 

​This was his end of chemo. 

​He was finished and yet still fighting for his life. His survival still uncertain. The funny thing is, we couldn’t then remember when his last chemo was. I had to back track and work it out...February 7th his last chemotherapy, exactly 2 years from diagnosis day which was also on February 7th and also the birthday of his oncologist and my brother. 

There is a funny thing about surviving this storm, and I don’t want to sound bitter, because one thing I am is forever grateful to the medical teams and my God that I still have Harry with me. 
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​But I have guilt. Guilt because I am well aware that what I am writing about now, about survivorship battles, is hard for those who have lost their children to this disease. How dare I whine when I still have Harry here. But this is real and it’s bloody hard. I know I am not alone in how I feel. 

I think to most people, your child finishing cancer treatment means you can go back to normal life, pick up where you left. I was hoping this too. But it’s not possible. I have guilt even saying this because I’m a positive, glass half full girl! I’m sure some do it better than others. 
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​Maybe it depends on your child, their age and treatment. But not my child. It’s been the hardest road that never seems to end. Some days it seems the struggles outweigh the good. As parents, we live daily with anxiety and fear. We’ve learnt to use humour and jokes as way of coping in our daily lives. 

One huge worry is that Harry hasn’t fit back into school, his first year of high school. His anxiety so severe that it literally disables him. We feel let down by the education system we are in. It’s now 3 years that Harry has not done proper school, a proper report card, proper assessment. We feel helpless, lost and on our own as parents. I can only imagine how Harry feels. How do you not worry about that? Everyone wants the best for their child. 

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​It’s not Harry’s fault he got cancer. He should not be punished. Yet he is so smart. Smarter than school. He did Naplan testing last term and he got in the national average all the way across, despite missing school. That’s got to tell you something. But right now, Harry feels alone and isolated. He feels far removed from school. He feels a burden and a problem to them. These are his words. 
 
“I feel distant from my friends”.
 
In his words, “like they are moving on”. 

​In their defence, he is hardly there so of course this potentially can happen. I get it. Harry tells me he feels dumb and a failure for not being able to reintegrate back into school. 
 
My darling boy you are not a failure. My heart breaks. We will fix this for you. 

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​Ongoing chronic health issues plague our children. They don’t just stop after treatment.

Harry gets regular severe back and leg pain. He can’t sit, stand or walk for too long. He relies on regular analgesia, massage and heat packs for relief. He has lost all stamina and endurance and gets short of breath very quickly.

​Harry has chronic gut issues as a result of so many gut infections. Whilst he can now walk, he cannot run properly so he can’t do a lot of sports. Sleep is hard for him. His anxiety post treatment is a daily battle. We worry about his mental health. This is a 12 year old boy. 

Going into this cancer battle we are told of what can happen down the track. We know that the chemotherapy can cause another cancer anytime and that our kids can relapse. But we hide this information during treatment, deep in the depths of our head somewhere. 


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​We just want our kids well. 
 
Once treatment ends, out that stuff pops shouting “remember me?” And it follows us around, every bloody day! 
 
The heaviness in my chest, the anxiety and nausea I feel some days is real and crushing. Not every day, but many days. Some days I can’t breathe. Every bruise. Every headache. Every day Harry tells me he feels so tired. Every fever. In my head it’s relapse before everything else. I’m told this eases as time goes on, but it takes years. I hope so. 


​The simple cleaning out of their room and clothes is hard, even when they grow out of their clothes. I look at some clothes or special items and I can’t throw them or move them on. The what if’s go over and over in my head. What if I lose him one day and these are all I have left of him? Yes, I think that. So, I hold onto things in a special box as memories just in case. 

So, what do we do? We try to live for today as best we can. We focus as much as we can on the good stuff (and there is plenty of good stuff too). We keep busy. I hug my children all the time that I’m sure they get sick of it. I tell them I love them multiple times a day. 

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Natasha (on the right) with Bravery Box Directors Deb and Tanya (middle)
​There is a saying that says, “If you focus on the hurt you will continue to suffer. If you focus on the lesson you will continue to grow.” I love this. There is a lot to be thankful for and a lot to be positive about. 
 
The bravery and courage shown not only by Harry but also all of us, his family...we are all strong. 
 
The love and support shown to us from our village shows how blessed and fortunate we are. 
 
The beautiful oncology families we have met and grown to love like our own.... we understand each other and we “get it”. 
 
We learn new perspectives. What was important is not anymore. It’s not so important anymore what score my children achieve when they finish school. What I do care about, is that both my kids have tried their best and finish school happy, healthy and kind young adults. If we achieve this then our hearts will be fulfilled. 
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​We learn the importance of giving back, helping those who helped us, both individuals and charities. We don’t ask for much or want much and we are thankful for a lot. 

So, this is life after the storm. I understand fully why they said you would question if the storm really is over. It doesn’t feel over. Some days, I still feel in the midst of the storm. 
 
One thing I do know is that Harry, my husband, my daughter and me, we are not the same people who walked into the storm. 
 
We know that life is short and life can change in a moment. We live daily with this fear. 
 
Our hearts are a little heavier....but that’s ok, this is our new normal and we will be ok. 
 
The storm will wither out. We just have to walk in the puddles a little longer
 
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Why I won't F#CK cancer #hashtagsmeannothingonlydeeds

12/16/2019

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also titled Sorry Mum for saying F#CK... lots

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Don’t get me wrong childhood cancer sucks an untold hell but I refuse to #f*ckcancer and here’s why.

F*ck you is the last retort. It’s when you have no come back, are powerless, paralysed, spent and can’t think of a f*cking single solution, just angry reply.  F*ck you is what you throw away when you’re done. When you’re throwing your hands up in surrender. 
​Cancer can f*ck me. I refuse to rest, I refuse to throw my hands up at him and give in. I will rage at him and every single time that f*cker throws me and mine to the ground I will get up, wipe away my tears, dust myself off and do something because surrender to this f*cker is not an option. 
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There is always something that you can do without throwing your hands and a hashtag in the air. Some ideas cost money, some ideas cost time, all of the ideas cost effort and require you to show up.​

​Below are two support structures: Support the child, support the family 
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Support the Child
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When a child or teen with cancer is isolated at home or in hospital they are not necessarily (quite often not) isolated from visitors who are well. ASK if it’s OK to visit a sick child and actually do it as often as you can.

Sometimes the look of a child undergoing cancer treatment can be confronting. Rather than protecting yourself or your child from being uncomfortable seeing a friend sick try to approach the visit as a way to teach yourself or your child about difficulty and how to support that. Teach yourself or your child that being brave isn’t about NOT being afraid or challenged or uncomfortable; being brave is feeling all of those things and doing it anyway.

If you feel awkward visiting here are some ideas:
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Make something ‘your thing’.
  • colouring or craft with a child
  • tutor a teen in maths or science or something else you’re clever at
  • Read Harry Potter every time you’re there.
  • Watch a movie with them.

If you have a thing that is ‘your thing’ it makes visiting a delight for both you and the child.

​If a child or teen with cancer is too sick for visitors, Facetime, send them texts and videos. STAY IN TOUCH. Social isolation as hard for some kids than some of their treatments. 

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Support for the Family
  • Visit. Show up. Physically be in the room as often as you can. Text and phone calls are nice but if you’re not too far away to show up, then please do - be in the room. It can be long visit or a quick chat at the front door and a ‘Can’t stay but wanted to drop in super quick and see your face and give you this coffee / chocolate/ wine / salad / hug. 
 
  • Ninja help – mow a lawn, wash a car, do some laundry, clean the kitchen, pay a bill – Figure out how you want to help and just do it without too much fanfare or expectation of a thank you – the brain of a parent with a sick child is an addled, often forgetful one. At times it can be hard for us to think further than the feelings of our immediate family. It will be appreciated, it will feel like a small weight has been lifted even if it’s not acknowledged.
 
  • Make a standing promise to pick up and drop off their well children to school / extra-curricular activities every week on the same day so they can take that day off their worry list.
 
  • Say hello to their well children EVERY time you see them with a big smile so that child feels seen.  Cancer can be a pretty overbearing sibling and often treatment is as hard on the well child as the sick one. You don't have to ask how their brother or sister is each time you see them - make your hello about them. 
 
  • Be patient – it takes time for a newly diagnosed family to find their way back to a workable version of normal, there's a lot of anger and grief and pain to get past before we can have a workable friendship again.
 
  • Classics – cook meals, prepacked school lunches, bring wine, and bring chocolate.  
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The moral of my soap box is that clicking like and share and compassionate comments collectively do provide support. They’re important for awareness and to cut through our isolation; we do need them and we do thank you. Did you feel there was a but coming?    

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If you want to do good deeds and make a significant difference in the life of a child with cancer it will take more time and effort than a hashtag and quite likely some confronting moments if you’re directly supporting a child or family.

BUT

​The reward will be the opening of your life to great meaning and beauty. Standing aside a family fighting for a life in even in just the smallest way can make the most remarkable difference to both of your lives. 


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Visit some other blogs

Believing in Tomorrow: The 8 part series of 14 year old Tamlin's rare cancer diagnosis and treatment, in her own words
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Our six year old daughters horrifically beautiful cancer diagnosis: how my own family's life opened up to great meaning and beauty during our daughters cancer diagnosis. 
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Eating Angry for Breakfast; you can't negotiate boundaries with a chid's illness so sometimes you just have to swallow your anger for breakfast.
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The Great North Brisbane Motorcycle Rally

9/23/2019

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On Sunday 27th October Motorcycle Clubs & social riders, escorted by the QLD Police will be touring North Brisbane collecting donations to the Bravery Box, for kids & teens with cancer. Departing Westfield Chermside 9am-9.30am they will finish at Warner Tavern for a FREE Family Fun Day; bouncing castles, food, music, dancing, bubbles, all the good fun.

Join us at the starting point to farewell our riders or join us at the finishing point for a Family Fun Day- or come to BOTH or you can register your street for at the rally to visit. 
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Starting Point - join us to farewell our riders. 
Sunday 27th October
8am-9.30am 
Westfield Chermside
Gympie Road
Chermside

Family Fun Day! Finishing point. Watch as our riders thump into Warner Tavern for our Family Fun Day.
Sunday 27th October
12 noon:Warner Tavern
2 Everest Street
Warner

The Bravery Box help kids with cancer celebrate their courage. Part of our work is providing rewards for kids and teens receiving treatment at Qld Children's Hospital. Right after a painful or confronting procedure they're offered a prize from 'The Bravery Box'. Not only is this a reward but it gives our kids an opportunity to practice RECOVERY - moving from 'I'm hurt' to recovery is an important skill for our kids.

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(from left) Lara, Madelyn, Laela. Lara and Laela are both leukaemia survivors and Miss Madelyn and her Mum are the driving force behind organising this toy rally. 
Register your Address for a Motorcycle toy pick up
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Great North Brisbane Motorcycle Toy Run

9/16/2019

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This form is to let organisers know you'd like the toy run to pass by your street / community group / workplace / school. Routes will be confirmed three days prior to the event. Applications close 20th October. 
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On Sunday 27th October Motorcycle Clubs & social riders, escorted by the QLD Police will be touring North Brisbane collecting donations to the Bravery Box, for kids & teens with cancer. Beginning at 9am at Chermside they will finish at Warner Tavern for a Family Fun Day commencing at 12 noon. 

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Brews, Bites & Beats 2019

7/16/2019

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A community coming together to say 'not on your own' to kids with cancer.

​Eat, drink and be merry - providing you're over 18 - this gig is FOR the kids, just don't BRING the kids.
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Three years ago Keely Reid was unable to stand by and do NOTHING when her 6 year old 'niece' Lara Allan was diagnosed with Acute Lymphoblastic Leukaemia.

​Brews, Bites & Beats was her very big SOMETHING. A massive annual party to celebrate, that while life can throw some pretty nasty plot twists at us, we can still DANCE, we can still be merry, we can still laugh.

​In its third year, Brews, Bites & Beats has become a community of people who celebrate life together and raise some serious coin for The Kids Cancer Project. 
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We’ve grown up and out of school halls – this year we’re moving into the valley to the Warehouse – Cloudland’s sister venue, the old Family Nightclub.
 
If you were Irish jig-ing last year you won't be disappointed as Tartan Shamrock are making a repeat appearance. The ballady tunes of Caillin Malley are also back by popular demand.
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Partying in the name of Kids Cancer Research has never been more awesome – your tickets this year include a 3-hour bar tab, eats and also… bucketloads of kids cancer research dollars.
 
The Kids Cancer Project are our recipient again this year – their gutsy goal of ERADICATING kids cancer gets us right in the feels.
Ticket Sales
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Ticket Sales
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If you or someone you know have something you'd like to include in our raffles or auctions we say 'Hurrah! You are all the colours of awesome!'. Get in touch with Tanya on hello@braverybox.com or Keely on brewsbitesandbeats@gmail.com to let us know and we will arrange pick up and undying gratitude and love.

So far this event has raised over $10,000 for the Leukaemia Foundation in 2017, over $13,000 for The Kids Cancer Project and over $10,000 for Bravery Box in 2018. 
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Believing in Tomorrow... after Cancer

6/6/2019

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Cancer, not the end of the story. 
by Tamlin Hall

The beginning of the story
In true Tamlin Hall style this is a frank telling of what cancer took from her, seeped in a deep gratitude for the gifts of connection, self awareness and love that cancer so often brings with him. 
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​4.4.2019
After the mandatory 3 months in isolation I had to wait after my BMT, I decided to go back to school.  

​Going back has been one of the most challenging things I have done to date. I thought it was going to be easy. Like I had just taken 1 day off sick instead 1 year. 
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In my opinion I feel like going back to school was harder than cancer. When I was battling cancer, I had this nearly always constant feeling that I was going to live. I knew I had to survive because I couldn’t abandon my family, (“Great Friend” included). When I had cancer there was always someone who knew exactly what I was going through but when I came to school, I felt more alone than I ever had in isolation. 
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​Before I started cancer treatment, I had just started to feel like my school was where I belonged, but when I came back it felt like another planet. At school, I didn’t have the constant flurry of nurses and doctors that could help or my mother’s security, I was by myself. 

Yes, at school there were my friends, but friends I hadn’t spoken to in a year.

I was told to write a letter to cancer to get all my frustration out and as I was writing that letter, I realised I should be grateful to my cancer. Cancer brought me closer to my brothers, (one more so than the others), it made me more honest with myself and my best friend.

​While cancer took year 8 away from me, it gave me something to make up for it. Instead of learning about Ancient Rome, I learnt lessons that school could never give me. 
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​I learnt to be positive, to look for the sun in a mist of grey clouds or the brightest shining star in the night sky and wish upon it, I learnt to forgive myself, but most importantly I learnt to love and accept myself for who I was and what I am. Something I consider harder than life itself. I learnt that while everything might be against you, you will always have someone next you, to keep you moving forward, someone behind you to catch you when you fall, and someone on the other side in front of you to grab your hand to pull you through. 
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While cancer took so many things from me like freedom, my concentration and my normality, it gave me strength and compassion, but most importantly, it gave me a will to live, it showed me everything that I had, everything that I had to fight for. 
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​Recently I finished cancer treatment and the truth is I don’t feel any different. While I’m relieved that I’m done with cancer treatment directly, I’m still on treatment, just not cancer treatment. I’m on treatment for all the things cancer did to me. 
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While I’m done with cancer for now, it will always affect me, it will always be with me, a part of me. I will always hear screaming children sobbing and be reminded about how some kids had to be held down to be saved. I will always see a bruise on myself and think I have cancer again. I will always get headaches and think my cancer is back. I will always look at my scars and think about the times when I thought I was really going to die. I will always go to funerals and think about the people we lost who were too innocent to die.
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​Currently I am now in yr 10 and it has been 2 years, 1 month and 18 days but it still feels like yesterday that I was told I had this extremely rare, weird cancer that sounded like a spaceship to me. Not long ago, I finished a book within a day and while it wasn’t as big as the books I used to read, that achievement gave me back something. It still feels like yesterday though that I cried to myself because I felt so sad and frustrated that I couldn’t sleep through the night or couldn’t take a deep breath without incredible pain.

Since coming back I have found that sense of belonging again, found the reconnection of friends and but most importantly I found myself, a new self but myself all the same.

Tamlin's story of her diagnosis and treatment
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Believing in Tomorrow 8 of 8

7/19/2018

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"Lost together" describes not only Tamlin's beautiful immediate family but her massive extended family, the Lady Cilento Oncology Family.

​Tamlin invites you on a photo journey of their cancer stories below, but first her feelings on coming home.

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Believing in Tomorrow, the beginning
Earlier I said it wasn’t my family’s fault, but it is.

I have no one else to blame but them for the fact that I laughed, felt loved and made it through 2017.

It has everything to do with them that I am here on a Wednesday night at 10:41 pm, hours away from a birthday I wasn’t sure I would get to celebrate. Without them, I wouldn’t be here 6 months and 4 days post a (successful) BMT.

I would be lost without them and I much rather we all be lost together.
 
​Meet our kids and teens from diagnosis to today. Some are finished treatment, some are still in treatment for their first diagnosis, some are battling a second or third cancer (a side effect of treatment) and others are excruciatingly missing from our world. 
Tamlin the hero of our story. 
Meet Lara. Lara was diagnosed at 6 years old with Acute Lymphoblastic Leukaemia. She is now 7. Her treatment will continue until just after she turns 9.
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Angus was dignosed 30th may 2017 with embroynal brain stem tumour. He did chemo radiation 2 brain surgeries and started a clinical trial. He died 25th march 2018 with 9 brain tumors and at least 15 in spine
Zaeli Murray 
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Diagnosed Very High Risk B-CELL Acute Lymphoblastic Leukaemia MLL rearrangement (Relapsed April 18 after BMT in February 18) 
Currently in treatment
James in treatment for Ewing Sarcoma.
This is Nicholas when he went thru BMT for his secondary cancer acute myeloid leukaemia, he was 3 years old, he was originally diagnosed at 2. With acute lymphoblastic leukaemia, he is my chameleon kid, he was blonde than went orange and then black curls now he’s back to dark blonde. He’s now 6 years old and still undergoing blood tests every 2 months and being treated for Avascular necrosis due to all the steroid use during treatment.
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Nicholas when he was diagnosed at 2 with acute lymphoblastic leukaemia.
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Brodie - diagnosed on 07.07.16 aged 9 with standard risk B Cell Acute Lymphoblastic Leukaemia. Currently about to start his seventh cycle of maintenance. 14 months of treatment to go
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Ollie was diagnosed with T-Cell Acute Lymphoblastic Leukaemia when he was two years old. He is now 6 and off treatment. He continues to have side effects from treatment. 
Caitlin - diagnosed 23/11/2011 aged 8, with Stage 4 Neuroblastoma. Completed treatment December 2012 and has had no evidence of disease since then. Caitlin turns 15 next month
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Jake Beckman, diagnosed 20 Jan 2009, aged 5, Stage 4 Neuroblastoma. Finished treatment May 2010. Recently turned 15😊💙🎗
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Harrison 16 diagnosed August 2017 (then 15) with Burkitts Lymphoma. Currently post 2nd stem cell transplant (day +48) following refractory Burkitts after initial 6 rounds chemo. Has had both an auto and allo transplant, a bowel resection and a scary time in PICU on ventilator
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Kierrah diagnosed with High Risk B-Cell Acute Lymphoblastic Leukaemia 14/7/2017. One and a half years to go.
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Kacey - Diagnosed 30.03.17, 15 days after she turned 2 with ALL.
Still undergoing maintenance treatment (until July 2019). 


Summer - diagnosed 05/09/2017 aged 2.5 years old with Stage 4 Neuroblastoma. She’s has done 6 rounds of chemotherapy, 10 hour surgery (lost a kidney), bmt, 20 rounds of radiation. Now she’s at next month immunotherapy. 💛
Alliarna Rose -diagnosed at 19 months old on 18th August 2017 with a rare t-cell lymphoblastic Leukemia with all cells mature throughout the blood and bone. Sadly lost her battle at 21 months old.
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Matthew Wood a month before being diagnosed with Embryonal Rhabdomyosarcoma Stage 3 Group 3 ( tumour in head ) at age 12. This is Sept 17, he was very sick in October and tumour seen on scan on October 30th
Lachlan, 12 years old, Ewings Sarcoma. 
Rhianna diagnosed 18th june 2015 aged 10 
ALCL anaplastic large cell lymphoma .November will hopefully be 3 yrs in remission shes currently 13 yrs old
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Believing in Tomorrow, Part 7 of 8

7/18/2018

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Editors note: Welcome to almost there. Today Tamlin begins to look up and see more than months and months of treatment. Today Tamlin gets the news that she can leave the hospital. 
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Start at the Beginning
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With the help of a brigade of doctors and an artillery of nurses as well as cocktails of disgusting medication; we started to rebuild my immune system, bit by bit, cell by cell.

​It’s hard to be happy when you’re stuck in what feels like a prison cell. The days were long and cruel, but we managed. Most of the time it was hard to be positive. If I went online, I could see all these joyous things other people were doing and if I looked outside my window I could see the exact same thing plus the reflection of my encasing room.
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When I got the news that I was nearing the end, it was like if there was a god, he cared. I can’t remember being as happy as I was on those last two days in BMT.

When the nurses disconnected me from my “friend”, (the IV machine that supplied my pain killers, the new, untarnished, bone marrow, my nutrients; the very same IV pole that came to the toilet with me), it was like I was being released from jail for a crime I did not commit. I had such immense happiness that I danced, if you can call it that. I just danced. I remember those days quite well.

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​I was starting to feel more human and less tubes and wires. It was in those last two days when I realised that I was going to live, it was those last two days that made me realise how lucky I really was; I had unconditional support from not only my family and medical staff but everyone around me; from strangers in antique shops to those I knew and didn’t know from school, I was downright cared about.

​Editors note: I am so excited about tomorrow's entry. Tomorrow Tamlin goes home. She feels wrapped up in love and in hope. Tomorrow Tamlin is also sharing her space with other children and teens from Lady Cilento Children's Hospital's oncology unit in a massive photo collage of each child before treatment, during treatment and after treatment. 
Final Entry - Part 8
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Believing in Tomorrow, Part 6 of 8

7/17/2018

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Editors confession: Editing Tamlin's story has deeply challenged my own story telling. Whenever I tell my own daughter's cancer story I'm reluctant to tell the brutal truth; the vomiting blood and mucus, the ulcers from mouth to stomach, the chemo burns and the toxic poisoning. Thank you Tamlin for your honesty, absent of all self pity. Next time I tell my daughters story I will do her fight more justice. 

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Part One
Part two
Part three
Part four
Part five
​In preparation for the new bone marrow, my first 3 days in BMT were filled with radiation.

I was the exception to the rule of entering the BMT phase clear of disease; if we had waited, I would have died.

I would start the day and end the day lying on a mould made specially for me, embracing the thing that could give me skin cancer and severely damage my organs, in a last desperate hope of ensuring that I had no (BPDCN) cancer cells remaining, hiding away somewhere in my body.

It was a last, hopeful, attempt to rid my body of the remaining cells that were in my bone marrow.
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​Even though I was being wheeled everywhere I was exhausted. I had no idea that this new level of exhaustion or desperation had existed. There were days where I would almost fall asleep in the bath or on the toilet.

I would wake up at 8:00am and take my foul medicine that seemed to be coming by the bucketful.

Thanks to the radiation, my throat and mouth was more ulcers and mucositis than anything else leaving me unable to eat and drink. Because I couldn’t eat, or drink and I was only having the occasional Paddle Pop, action had to be taken.

The nurses tried to snake a nasal-gastric tube through my nose to my stomach, they tried this a total of 3 times before they realised I would just keep throwing it back up. It was soon decided that I was to be hooked up to an IV that supplied me with the nutrients I needed.
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My days in transplant were mostly spent falling asleep on my mother while watching a tv show or a movie. When my dad came to look after me, however, we would play scrabble or read.

One day, the day I was getting my new bone-marrow, I had the scariest moment of my life. 

My dad, after being away overseas, was looking after me while my mum was with my brother when I started vomiting blood. There was no warning or specific cause, just the way BMT knocks you around.

Nevertheless, seeing this red substance come spitting out of my mouth made me think I was dying; that the cancer was winning, defeating me. I remember my dad being in the corner of the room to being right beside me rubbing my back while whispering that I was okay, that everything was fine.

Soon there were what seemed like seas of nurses, when my mum arrived. She was easy to pick out; like black in clouds of white.

Turns out I wasn’t dying. It was a side affect of all the medication and radiation they put me through.

I received later that night 1284mL of new, non-cancerous bone-marrow.


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Editors note: The spectacular non-cancerous bone marrow was gifted to Tamlin by her big brother. Anyone in the know is astounded to hear the size of his donation, 1284ml is an enormous gift. Given her unique situation of still harboring cancer cells they needed Tamlin to receive as much bone marrow from her brother as possible. He tells me he gave it willingly to save his sister. 

Not all bone marrow recipients are lucky enough to find a donor within their family. They often have to gratefully accept an international donor. If you are a blood donor in Australia, thank you. Being a blood donor doesn't automatically put you on the bone marrow registry. Next time you donate, PLEASE ask to be on the bone marrow registry - they take a small extra vial of blood and the results are stored and donors are searched internationally. You my never match a recipient but in the case that you do you will be saving a life in a very real, very immediate way.

Call the Red Cross on 13 14 95 to make an appointment or click the button below.
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