A pregnant 16-year-old with leukemia was at the center of a debate over abortion in the Dominican Republic, as doctors feared repercussions of administering chemotherapy that may kill her fetus. Fortunately, hospital officials told CNN the anonymous teen began receiving chemotherapy last Tuesday after conversations between her parents, the hospital, and presumably government officials. There were initial concerns that doctors at Semma Hospital in Santo Domingo would withhold the treatment because she is 10 weeks pregnant and the DR has a strict ban on abortion, claiming life begins at the moment of conception. Keep reading »
Happy birthday, Cancers! To celebrate all those beautiful, sensitive, generous Cancers out there, we’ve compiled a list of 10 ways the rest of us can bring some Cancerian magic into our lives. Check it out after the jump! Keep reading »
Six-year-old Drew Cox’s father was diagnosed with a rare form of cancer, and the young boy wanted to do something to help his sick dad. So he decided to run a lemonade stand, selling cups for 25 cents a pop. Word spread about Drew and his dad, and friends from around the community showed up to support. One person even donated $5,000 to the cause. At the end of the day, Drew made more than $10,000 for his father. Just try not shedding a little eye water at this touching story. [KLTV]
All young leukemia sufferer Kye wanted was to get to play his favorite comic book character Batman. So the town of Arlington, Texas, got together and put together an adventure for Kye. Kye and his team of do-gooders encountered rascally criminals like The Joker and The Riddler, detonated “bombs” and recovered stolen money. The day ended with a ceremony at City Hall where Kye was given a key to the city.
I was on the way to the hospital when he called to arrange our first date. Sobbing, I pressed “Ignore” and tried to steady my breathing. I wondered if I would live to take him up on his offer for coffee — I’d blurted out “I only drink tea,” and now, I wished I had said something better, something nicer. I hoped I would have the chance to apologize.
A few days earlier, a guy in my film production workshop at college had rushed up to me after class and asked to speak to me alone. Having said maybe five sentences to him in my entire life, I couldn’t imagine what he wanted to talk about, but I waited anyway. He offered coffee, I countered with tea, he smiled sheepishly and said he didn’t drink coffee either, and I gave him my number. He departed just as fast as he had appeared, leaving me surprised and giddy. Keep reading »