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. 

 

                           JRN Jan2016

 

 

 

Clinic Staff

By Lucas.N


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.




 

 

 

 

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