The Inspiration Behind CKc

The inspiration behind CKc...

I'm whooped, guys! Like I ran a marathon whooped!

Goodbye SCAN week/awful sedation reaction - hello weekend...

I'm about to write a speech - like a real one! One that might change people's opinions, one that might encourage people to donate to pediatric cancer research, one that I need to say without one tear in my eye but a fire in my belly.

In the past few weeks I've been asked to speak at some pretty intimidating venues!

I don't speak!

I write!

I sit here quite comfortably at my nice desk with mind numbing TV in the background, drinking my soda and lime and I write! Shocking to all my teachers in school I'm sure - especially Mrs. ________ (I can't remember her name, that's how much I care) as she told my mum I wouldn't amount to anything and was at the bottom of the class.

I'm dyslexic, you see! So school was a struggle. By struggle I mean I worked my rear end off and all I did was study and many times was just your average B girl! By struggle I mean I did everything In my being to succeed!

I can still hear my dad say "You can be and do anything you want if you just stick in at school."

You know what I want to be?

I want to be the voice for that boy in the photo! I want to be a voice for my son, your son, your neighbor's granddaughter, your co-workers daughter! I want to be a voice for those who don't have one.


I want to be it NOT in an "in your face" way but a kind way. A way that isn't scolding you or me for not doing more, but rather - well... encouraging it!

How do I do that when my belly roars with fire?!

I'm learning!

I'm teachable!

I want more funding for pediatric cancer research!


Like my dad said, "Stick in and you can do anything you want!"