For Grandpa Moreland who was diagnosed with leukemia when I was fifteen. He went in to have bypass surgery when I was flying from Conneticut to Arkansas to spend the summer. Due to engine trouble, I got stuck in St. Louis and didn't get to Little Rock until a day later. While I was out of the loop, they got the diagnosis. That was the last summer I spent with him and we had a great time visiting and driving my Grandmother crazy.
I plan on doing as many of the colors that I can get done between now and the time Donna raffles off the tree. It surprised me how many family members and friends I've lost to cancer. I've never sat down and thought about it until Donna mentioned that she'd like the story behind our ribbons as she's thinking about writing a book about her experience.