Cheer 4 Guinevere

10/01/2026

Thursday 9/24, Guinevere rang the bell. 💛🔔

And it was absolutely beautiful.

We did it outside, which was perfect, surrounded by dozens of her favorite doctors, nurses and support staff. Some even came in on their day off just to be there. 🫶🏼 That alone says so much about the people who have become such an important part of our lives.

They have supported Guinevere, and it family through some of her hardest days, celebrated the good days, held us up when things were really hard, and they will continue to support her even though the treatment chapter is now over.

I made it through the song… and then the tears came. And they kept coming until the next day.

The amount of hugs, love and support that I received from people who have seen us at our absolute worst, was overwhelming in the best possible way. I will never forget it.

And don't worry… we're not getting rid of them yet. 😂 We’ll still be there for our monthly visits, and random IVIG when needed, so they’re stuck with us for a while longer.

But lastThursday, we put an end to the treatment chapter. 🎗️

Thank you will never be enough for the people who helped get us here.

Now we move on to healing. 💛

09/27/2026

So grateful for our amazing Bobcats family. 💛 Thank you for celebrating Guinevere and surrounding her with so much love and support. 🐾💛

09/24/2026

STOP CHEMO. 🛑
Two words written on a calendar.

Every month for the last two years, we were given a new calendar at the doctor. It listed every medication, every dose, every steroid pulse, every appointment. It lived on the side of our fridge and told us what the next 28 days were going to look like.

Until September 14th

Two words written on a calendar.

Words we have been waiting years to see.

Two years of treatment.

One year of intense frontline treatment. 🎗️
One year of maintenance. 🎗️

Both came with their own challenges. Hard days. Hospital stays. Medications. Side effects. Fear. Tears. And so many moments we never could have imagined when this started.

And then there was one final pill.

Ten days ago, on 9/13, Guinevere took her last dose of oral chemo.

For the past 12 months, those pills were part of every single day. And every 28 days, like clockwork, came another 5-day steroid pulse.

But this month is different.

There are no next chemo cycle to count down to.
No next steroid pulse.
No more pills to fill that little box.

We actually got away that weekend. Just us and the dog.

We relaxed. Actually relaxed.

And for a tiny moment, I felt something I haven't felt in a very long time.

Peace.

It didn't last long, but it was there.

Tomorrow afternoon, we go back for her monthly appointment. Except this time, it isn't just another appointment.

Guinevere will ring the bell. 🔔

There is still a lot ahead. We know that. Monthly appointments for the next 12 months. Bloodwork. Port Removal. Immune system recovery. Putting pieces back together.

But tonight, I keep thinking about that calendar. The one that spent two years telling us what came next.

And now, there is nothing left to write.

Just those two words:

STOP CHEMO. 🛑

Tomorrow, she will ring the bell.🔔

And move on to the next chapter, healing 💛🎗️

09/23/2026

And yet, only 4% of federal cancer research funding goes to childhood cancer.
4%. For all of childhood cancer.
Our kids deserve more. 💛

09/21/2026

There’s something I want people to understand about childhood cancer:

The hardest parts aren’t always visible.
This photo was taken three weeks ago. Earlier that day, Guinevere received her final IV chemotherapy.

A couple short hours later, she was at guitar lessons, then went to a two-hour cheer practice.

Nobody knew.

And honestly, that’s exactly how she wanted it.
Because childhood cancer doesn’t always look the way you think.
Sometimes it looks like a little girl in a cheer uniform.
A dance recital.
Soccer cleats.
A guitar.
Laughter with friends.
What you don’t see is what happened before.
The hospital.
The sedation.
The needles.
The chemo.
The nausea.
The steroids.
Throughout her treatment, we made one simple choice:

If she felt okay, we did it.

She performed in recitals on high-dose steroids. She went to her first volleyball practice just hours after being discharged from the hospital. And countless times, she went from procedures and chemo straight into the things she loved.
Not because she was trying to prove how strong she was.

Because she was still Guinevere.
And we wanted cancer to take as little of her childhood as possible.

Childhood cancer interrupts childhood.
It changes childhood.
But it does not stop a kid from being a kid.
She is so much more than her diagnosis.
She is a kid.

And that childhood is worth fighting for. 💛

09/20/2026

Watch the whole thing.
Every face represents a child.
Every child represents a story. 🎗️

This is the reality of childhood cancer.

09/20/2026

There’s something about seeing your child’s name on a wall like this that is hard to put into words.

Guinevere’s name is on the Tribute Wall at CureFest USA in Washington, D.C., alongside thousands of other childhood cancer warriors. Kids fighting. Kids who have fought. And kids who should still be here. 💛

I wish this wall didn’t have to exist.

Thank you to everyone at CureFest for Childhood Cancer this weekend who is standing up, speaking out, and demanding better for our kids.

And thank you, Courtney Lupo, for grabbing this picture of Guinevere’s name for us. 🧡

GET LOUD FOR THE KIDS. 🎗️

09/14/2026

None of us thought it would be our child.

Childhood cancer doesn’t care about your race, religion, income, neighborhood, parenting style, or how “healthy” your family is.

And the hardest truth? For most childhood cancers, we simply don’t know why they happen. There usually isn’t something a parent did—or could have done—to prevent it.

It can happen to any child.
Any family.
Anywhere.

This Childhood Cancer Awareness Month, don’t just wear gold. Learn. Share. Speak up. Fund research. Support the families living it.

Because none of us think it will be our child…
until it is. 💛🎗️

09/08/2026

A night for something bigger than baseball. 💛⚾️

So grateful to the Chicago White Sox, all of the organizations and sponsors for bringing families together to raise awareness for childhood cancer. Standing on that field, holding one giant yellow ribbon, was truly unforgettable.

For the kids. For awareness. For hope. 💛🎗️

09/03/2026