09/26/2026
ABSOLUTELY!
I know when you look at me now, lying in bed, unable to walk or talk, you think, “Poor thing. She has cancer.”
You pity me.
You see the disease. The disease that changed my face and body.
You do not see who I was 10 months ago, with a tiara on my head and a beautiful dress to twirl in.
No, I don’t want your pity.
I want you to be angry.
Angry that we have self-driving cars, robots, AI and technology that can do things we once thought impossible… yet children with brain cancer are still being told there is no cure.
Don’t feel sorry for me.
Be angry for me. Advocate for me.
Don’t virtue signal with “thoughts and prayers”
Take action, because 10 months should never be enough time for cancer to take this much from a child.
I don’t need pity. I need a future I rightfully deserve.