When Parker was first diagnosed, we were told the initial treatment would be nine months. Nine months felt long. Nine months felt impossible. But nine months also felt like something we could wrap our heads around if we just took it one day at a time. About seven months in, we learned the plan was changing. Treatment would be extended because of the Blina (blinatumomab) phase. I remember feeling frustrated—honestly, annoyed. We were already exhausted. We were already deep int

No family is ever prepared for a childhood cancer diagnosis. The moment you hear the words, your world stops, and life is suddenly divided into before  and after . Our story is deeply personal, yet heartbreakingly similar to so many other families fighting this awful fight. The first few weeks of pediatric cancer treatment are filled with impossible questions — the kind that echo in the quiet moments and steal your breath. Why Parker?What did we do wrong?Is it our fault?What

There are moments in life that split everything into before and after . For me, that moment came the day after I gave birth to my baby girl. Only 24 hours after bringing a new life into the world, my world cracked open. For weeks leading up to her birth, something inside me kept whispering that something was wrong with my son. My energetic, joyful, full-of-life little boy—the child who never stopped running, laughing, living —was suddenly tired all the time. He wanted to be

If you had told me a year ago that I would be sitting at a sewing machine, teaching myself how to stitch seams and insert zippers, I would’ve laughed. I had never sewn more than a button in my life. But when your child is fighting cancer, when they’re hooked to an infusion pump 24/7, when you see them losing the freedom to move like a normal toddler… you suddenly realize you’re capable of absolutely anything. And that is where Parker’s Pak began — not in a factory, a design s

💛 The Story of Parker’s Pak A journey we never expected… and the hope that grew from it. On Leap Day, 2024 , our family celebrated one of the happiest moments of our lives. We welcomed a beautiful baby girl — healthy, bright, full of promise — and born on one of the rarest days of the year. We were overjoyed, overwhelmed in the best way, and even featured on the news for having a Leap Day baby. It felt like everything was falling into place. We were floating. We were gratefu