My Nonprofit Reviews

I’m a mom. Not a soccer mom. Not a hockey mom. I’m a cancer mom. The day our son, Aaron, was diagnosed; we entered world of chemotherapy, surgeries, radiation, seemingly endless doctors’ visits and hospital stays. Most of that first year was spent in the hospital, sharing a 9x9 room with Mom and Dad. For a kid who had just started high school, it was difficult to lose his hard fought independence. His body took a hit, but his spirit took a hit too. When his docs recommended The Hole in the Wall Gang Camp, we had to think it through. They wanted us to send our bald, fragile, vulnerable son out to the woods - for a week - alone. But, he was not alone. Surrounded by loving, giving counselors, other kids going through the same kind of rough times and a full medical staff, camp gave him a chance to heal his spirit. He enjoyed woodshop, movies and swimming. He was too weak to climb the rock wall tower, but The Hole in the Wall Gang had the answer: “cabin lift”. His cabin-mates grabbed a hold of the rope and lifted Aaron up to the top. From that perch, he looked down and saw that he was not alone. He would never be alone. As part of The Hole in the Wall Gang, he has friends who understand what it is like to fight for your life. The Hole in the Wall Gang brings together people who know how to appreciate little things - like a well-made s’more ‘round the campfire. This summer, he was back at camp. At the rock wall tower, he was the one helping pull others to the top.

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