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Posted on May 05 2015
The next few weeks were just a blur. Kelly required immediate surgery and would need multiple rounds of chemotherapy over the next year or so. I decided then that I would not allow myself any time for self-pity; I had too much work to do. I began researching neuroblastoma like a mad woman. After all, I was fighting for my daughter’s life. I would spend every night after my family had long gone to bed searching the Internet for the information and resources that I needed. I had so many articles printed that the stacks of paper covered my spare bedroom floor. I had so much information that I could not process any of it. I wished there were a guidebook or something to help me understand her disease and make good, sound decisions. How were we going to work out the logistics of her multiple appointments and hospital stays? I decided to quit my full-time nursing job and devote my time to Kelly’s care. John would continue to work, and our family would help us as much as they were able. So began our cancer journey.
On August 1, 2000, at 9:25 p.m., I had to tell Kelly that it was okay for her to go to heaven because God needed her for more important work and that her dad and I would be okay. I made a promise to her that night that I would work as hard as I could to help other children and their families fight as hard as they could to beat the disease. A year after she passed away, we formed The Kelly Davidson Pediatric Cancer Foundation. The first thing I did was create a Care Kit for newly diagnosed families so that others would not feel as lost as I had when our cancer journey began.