Welcome to the Fundraising page of
Lucas and Jay Neudorf
BC Children’s Hospital saved my son’s life! Lucas is still under their umbrella and still on chemotherapy. He has not had a haircut since it grew back over a year ago...and will be donating his hair to make a wig for those other cancer patients. Help us celebrate!
Our story began at Christmas time 2015 when Lucas was continuously getting sicker and sicker. Upon a visit to our family doctor he ran some blood work to the lab that day for some reason. As Luc’s father, I knew it was serious when the Dr called us at home that evening and told us to pack overnight bags and get to emergency at Victoria General...” looks like leukemia “.
From there Lucas and his mother (Sondra) were airlifted to BC Children’s for immediate diagnosis confirmation and treatment began...New Years Eve. We rang in the new year in his hospital room, with tears and the first chemo treatments.
Eventually, our home became Ronald McDonald House. The induction period of chemotherapy was very traumatic on us all. Poor Luc was so sick (it still breaks my heart just remembering). I could not ’fix it’. This is the time when the hair falls out in clumps all over. We decided to shave his head...and I did it. The horrific emotional stress was a true heart breaker...and inspired a poem from within me:
Howling tears on the bathroom floor
Making friends with shadows
Lurking companions run down
Becomes that secret part
Of all our souls
Push it down again.
Grasping and clawing at the muck
To eke out a moment of joy
On ones knees daily in the mire
Of denile that the toil is vain
Deluded that peace is earned
Or has continuity.
Bitter darkness closes in again
Tastes familiar sour sweetness
Apathy in my mouth savoured
Could care less that it's bile
Or that it burns the throat
Another depressed meal.
Finally frightening clouds move on
Warm glow eyes burning brightness
Tentative smiles dawning
Arms raised to praise the rays
Dare not look behind you
That shadow lays there connected.
As we lay in beds, with teary eyes.
And watch the clock, slowly roll by.
We feel sick, and want to go home.
We want to be free, to run and roam.
But as we lay, in our despair.
Comes those, who truly care.
Those Angels, who make us laugh.
Those loving amazing, clinic staff.
Thank you for supporting Balding for Dollars.
Your contribution is greatly appreciated.