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The Kardashian and Jenner family members are notorious for their controversial headline-grabbing news, but Kylie Jenner’s latest announcement is making headlines for an entirely different reason. The beauty mogul announced last week she will be donating $500,000 from her Kylie Cosmetics Limited Edition Birthday Collection Lip Kit sales to Teen Cancer America, a charity devoted to transforming the lives of teenagers and young adults with cancer.

Jenner made the announcement to her 47 million followers on Instagram, saying, “Thank you @teencanceramerica@harryhudson, and of course YOU guys for helping me celebrate my birthday in such an impactful way!”

Hudson, credited in Jenner’s post, is one of Jenner’s best friends. He’s also a childhood cancer survivor who was diagnosed, and later beat, Hodgkin’s lymphoma back in 2013.

Hodgkin’s lymphoma is a type of cancer of the immune system that starts in the white blood cells, and is most common in early adulthood.

Hudson and Jenner became ambassadors for Teen Cancer America to help raise awareness for young adult cancer. They announced the donation of the Lip Kit proceeds last month on Jenner’s birthday.

The announcement couldn’t come at a better time as September is Childhood Cancer Awareness Month. This is huge news for the pediatric cancer community because only 4 percent of federal government cancer research funding goes to children and young adults.

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Jenner isn’t the only celebrity involved in Teen Cancer America. Legendary rockers Roger Daltrey and Pete Townshend of The Who are the founders of the organization. The organization began in England under the name Teenage Cancer Trust, and was founded by Daltrey’s doctor and wife, who recognized a need for more services and hospitals for teens and young adults faced with cancer.

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Caroline Chang invented “sleevies” to help kids with cancer protect their PICC lines.

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A Cancer Mom Converts Socks to ‘Sleevies’ to Help Pediatric Patients

Caroline Chang’s life changed in 2014 when one of her kids was diagnosed with cancer.

Her son Wes was only 15 months old when he was diagnosed with stage IV high risk neuroblastoma.

He also tested positive for N-MYC amplification, which is associated with more aggressive tumor behavior.

Sleevies are colorful sleeves that protect the IV tubes (or PICC lines) that hang from their arms.

Chang created her first-ever sleevie after she noticed Wes’ PICC line hanging from his arm.

Other parents commented how cool and helpful they were, so she made some for fellow patients.

She decided to create the Etsy shop “PICCSTAR” for kids who rock a PICC line.

The sleevies are made from re-engineered adult socks that have cool designs and can even be custom-made.

She also created a “Pocket Tank” that keeps chest tubes from dangling.

On August 17th Wes took his final dose of cancer medication — three and a half years after beginning his fight.

She hopes that one day, these kids are given a chance to grow up and love life — just like her son Wes is doing today.

On October 22, 2016 my then 8-year-old son Owen played his last hockey game. Two days later we found ourselves in a children’s hospital emergency room, where they told us he had a large tumor which was growing (and bleeding) in his abdomen.

“We don’t know it’s cancer,” they told me as we were admitted to oncology at 2 a.m. I clung to that information as they got us settled and started Owen with his first of what would be many blood transfusions.

My perfectly healthy boy couldn’t have cancer. He wasn’t even sick. It’s just a mass.

They’ll take care of it… or so I thought as I settled in to bed at 4 a.m.

Just five short hours later our world was officially shattered.

“We believe he has a type of lymphoma called Burkitt,” two official-looking doctors told me. I will never forget that moment for as long as I live. My husband was at work, as I had assured him everything was fine. I was alone and had never felt so utterly alone in my entire life. My boy! My poor, sweet, healthy boy has cancer!

Any parent who has heard this news will understand how I felt in that moment.

Thus began a whirlwind of tests, doctors and surgery. Our world crashed and changed that week. Owen went from playing hockey one day to getting a bone marrow biopsy, a lumbar puncture, a PET scan, surgery and then chemo — all within eight days. Halloween was spent in the hospital dragging an IV pole around the ward. Our new home.

Overall, Owen was in the hospital for over 100 days. Christmas was spent in the hospital getting chemo and fighting an infection. Every day felt like an eternity. He was officially discharged for the last time on February 24, 2017, exactly five months after we first walked through those doors.

You expect to feel relief the last day — the day you leave — but I was still scared. The cancer should be gone; they cut it out in January (along with part of his small and large intestines). The chemo had been working; we knew from his last PET scan.

However, the worry didn’t leave us.

This is such an aggressive cancer — every twinge of pain, every tummy ache, every cough — had me convinced it was back.

A final PET scan in April showed us he was in the clear. Hopefully for good, but we already learned the hard way nothing in life is guaranteed. Not time, not health… only uncertainty. So we have learned to cherish our time with our children that much more.

September is Childhood Cancer Awareness month, and Owen will return to school full time (finally), and he’s getting back to hockey, too. I eagerly await the day he plays his first game. It will be a milestone for him, and I am so proud of how far he has come in his recovery.

You see, just because the cancer is gone doesn’t mean the story — the struggles — are over. He is working through every challenge head-on, pursuing his passions and trying to put cancer behind him.

Our new normal is not the same as life before, but it’s our normal now, and we are facing it head-on every day.

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Before my only daughter was diagnosed with brain cancer at 4 months old, I couldn’t have cared less about pediatric cancer. Sure, it was sad. But it was rare. I didn’t know anyone personally who had dealt with pediatric cancer in their family so I had no reason to get behind the cause.

My daughter, Olivia, was diagnosed with a grade 2 astrocytoma on July 16, 2012. Hearing the words, “Your daughter has cancer,” will haunt me for the rest of my life.

Those four words changed everything.

As Childhood Cancer Awareness Month kicks off, I beg you not to make the mistake I made of ignoring pediatric cancer just because it hasn’t personally affected you. It isn’t as rare as you think. In fact, nearly 90,000 children die worldwide from childhood cancer every single year. That’s a huge number!

And the reality is the statistics don’t matter when it is your child, your grandchild, or another child you love who is diagnosed with pediatric cancer. When it is your loved one, it is positively infuriating to discover how little funding goes to trying to save our kids from this horrific disease.

The National Cancer Institute gives less than 4 percent of their entire budget to all pediatric cancers. And before they give a grant of any size the research team has to have data backing up what they want to look into. That’s why foundations like ours matter. We are the source of the startup funds that allow scientists to look into new ideas that lead to the breakthroughs and the big funds from the NCI.

Before we started the Olivia Caldwell Foundation I had no idea it worked that way. And I can tell you the more we learn about the way it all works, the more passionate I become.

Our kids aren’t statistics. My daughter was not just one of the 43 children to be diagnosed with cancer on that horrible July day. She was my baby. The girl I dreamed of, prayed for and waited for. And thanks to pediatric cancer, she is also the missing piece of me I will never, ever get back.

My beautiful Olivia passed away at just 20 months old on October 22, 2013. Pediatric cancer not only stole her ability to ever stand, say her first word or crawl, it also stole her life, her future and a big piece of my heart and soul.

I will live out my days as an incomplete person.

You can do something. September is a month that matters. Childhood cancer awareness matters and it should matter to you whether you have ever been personally affected or not. These tiny warriors are our future. And they deserve to be able to live out their future outside the walls of the hospital. They deserve cancer treatments that don’t harm them irreparably or even kill them.

Please go gold in September. Change your profile picture. Share statistics. Donate. Attend a pediatric cancer fundraising event. Hold a fundraiser yourself. You can do something. Don’t just be sorry.

Become a voice for our kids and give the gift of better cancer treatments.

The Olivia Caldwell Foundation is a 501c3 nonprofit that raises money for pediatric cancer research in memory of Olivia Caldwell, who passed away from brain cancer at 20 months old in October 2013. To date we have given $155,000 to pediatric cancer research. You can learn more and donate by visiting

This post was originally published on the Olivia Caldwell Foundation Blog.

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On Friday, Las Vegas rock band Imagine Dragons helped raise $1 million to benefit the Tyler Robinson Foundation (TRF).

Founded in 2013 by Imagine Dragons, the TRF works “to strengthen families financially and emotionally as they cope with the tragedy of a pediatric cancer diagnosis by offseting out-of-pocket life expenses.” It was named in honor of Tyler Robinson, a 16-year-old fan of Imagine Dragons who passed away from rhabdomyosarcoma in 2013.

According to the American Cancer Society, about 3 percent of all childhood cancers are rhabdomyosarcoma (RMS), and about 350 new cases of it occur each year in the U.S. The foundation focuses on all pediatric cancers, as only 4 percent of federal government cancer research funding goes to children.

“The one million dollars raised will enable TRF to provide deep financial support to many more families struggling with a pediatric cancer diagnosis by taking away at least one worry — the financial worry,”  Kim Gradisher, executive director of TRF, told The Mighty. “TRF support enables these families to meet their financial obligations of healthcare bills, mortgages/rent, etc., so they may focus on caring for their child physically and focus on the emotional support the family needs as a whole.”

“TRF demonstrates the influence music has in this world. We will continue to grow and will continue to ‘Slay Cancer With Dragons.'”

Photos courtesy of Imagine Dragons Facebook page 

Juliana Abrams is a childhood cancer survivor who supports St. Baldick’s Foundation, a childhood cancer charity funding the most promising research to help find cures for kids with cancer.

Growing up I was active and always full of energy. To fuel my need for excitement my parents enrolled me in gymnastics. I soon discovered gymnastics was my calling. After winning many state titles and high-level regional and national titles, I was on my way to becoming a USA Gymnastics Elite gymnast.

Juliana A at gymnastics

In May of 2015 I started having difficulties with my vision and balance.

My mother and I decided that making a trip to some doctors’ appointments was needed. I was having a routine eye exam when the doctor suggested I be taken to the emergency room immediately. He had diagnosed me with papilledema, which is swelling of the optical nerve. He pushed it can be much more serious than it sounds and advised I have more tests done.

Juliana A gymastics jump

Immediately my mother took me to our local hospital. After 12 hours waiting for an MRI the ER doctor came back with the news. At 2:30 a.m. on Tuesday, June 15, 2015 I was diagnosed with a brain tumor. Without delay I was transported to Rady Children’s Hospital in San Diego.

Three days later I underwent a nearly eight-hour surgery to remove my tumor. The tumor is called an atypical central neurocytoma; I am the only pediatric case to ever have this brain tumor. Luckily it was benign, but I lost the ability to move the left side of my body post-surgery. This would last for nearly six weeks.

Juliana A getting head shaved

Thankfully, in July I was able to return home with a cane and a brace on my left leg. After weeks of therapy at home I returned to gymnastics.

After much thought and consideration by my doctors, my parents and myself, I underwent another surgery to remove the brain tumor. Unfortunately, there were parts of the tumor that weren’t safe for the surgeons to remove and the decision had to be made to stop the surgery. We were still thankful that they were able to get as much of it as they could.

While radiation wasn’t even in my future a year before, now I was facing a much different treatment plan. With the help, love and guidance of my doctors, my family and I decided proton radiation therapy was the right choice.

I successfully completed seven weeks of proton therapy in late November of 2016.

While undergoing proton therapy I discovered the St. Baldrick’s Foundation through my new family of nurses. I was instantly interested in participating and finding ways to help others like me. I began my fundraising page and within the first 48 hours I reached $2,500!

By the time the shave date came I had raised over $11,000 for St. Baldrick’s.

I am so thankful, as someone who has this disease, for foundations like St. Baldrick’s. St. Baldrick’s is funding research to find cures and is bringing together amazing people, researchers, doctors and most importantly, kids like me who have an amazing journey to share.

Juliana A with parents after shaving head

Thank you, St Baldrick’s, for being a part of my journey.

This post was originally published on the St. Baldrick’s Foundation Blog.

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