There's a bit of a story behind it, of course.
During the summer after treatment and before relapse when we were trying to readjust to life in Victoria. Luis noticed that there was an event going on on lower Johnson. We piled in the car, parked, and walked to lower Johnson. We found a lively, fun block party going on with all sorts of fun activities put on by generous businesses. People were participating in activities and paying for donations "to charity."
As we walked around, Luis and Rene played in the paint ball tent, we ate some falafel, watched the firemen in the dunk tank... a child made a speech about his wish. It slowly dawned on me that the charity being supported was Make a Wish. I felt alone in the crowd, like an imposter. I wasn't a normal mom with her husband and child. I was, in fact, the mother of a child eligible for a wish, who still hadn't been interviewed for a wish because I couldn't figure out how to support him through the process. When I had tried to make the call to Make a Wish (after the doctor told us to go ahead with it) I felt like crying. I had put down the receiver and called a counselor instead.
And that was the status as we spent the afternoon in the sun with our child who had hair again, but was still easily tired out.
Later that year our house mate from Ronald McDonald House, another survivor of neuroblastoma, was asked to light the Christmas tree in Centennial Square. It had to do with her wish.
After Rene made his wish, we learned from the Wish Grantor that it was that very event on lower Johnson that had paid for both children's wishes. I got chills -- in a good way.
So, this Saturday, Rene will present a thank you plaque to the organizer of the event on Lower Johnson two summers ago (there was just the one event). Then he'll light the tree!
Come down and join us. It's Saturday November 17 from 4:00 to 5:30.