Author: Kat

With your help I raised $1080 for pediatric cancer research and I got a free hair cut. Thank you!

This year I am shaving my head at a St. Baldrick’s event here in Denver on March 16th at 1pm. St. Baldrick’s organizes fundraisers where people raise money in the weeks leading up to an event where people who have been raising money, shave their head. My goal was $1,000 and thanks to family and friends, I have reached my goal!

If you’re bored and want to come buy me a Guinness after I shave, let me know. ❤️

Last night was a disaster.

I work at an Amazon warehouse about 28 hours a week at night / on the weekends. Lots of deaf people work there and in order to help the deaf and the hearing communicate, Amazon periodically offers (optional) basic sign language classes.

I went to my first class last night. The teacher and interpreter come in, both awesome and friendly.

What are the odds that the teacher’s name is Rachel, the same name as my dead daughter? I fought back tears the whole class, tried everything I could think of to hold it together. Seeing her sign the letters for R a c h e l repeatedly, knowing my daughter could never have learned to sign because she went blind. It was too much.

I am so upset that I couldn’t control my emotions, in public, for the first time since she died.

I am angry that my grief is public and I feel exposed.

My grief life and my fake work life have intersected. I want to quit.

I tried to cry it out in a bathroom stall but had to stop in order to clock in to start my shift. Standing in the time clock line, dozens of people saw me crying. Another grieving Mom dragged me into the bathroom and waited with me while I ugly cried. I stayed after the class and worked my shift.

I DESPISE how I feel when I cry in public. 3 more classes to go…

This is how I like to remember her…

The picture with 2 of her siblings (the little one wasn’t born yet) also features my brother, Clive.

When Rachel was little she loved a boy who had cancer. She was a sweet soul who only saw the boy for the boy, she did not see the affects of cancer on his body. After having cancer for a long time, he died as a result of having Neuroblastoma.

It is no secret that I didn’t put myself or Rachel’s brothers and sister through having a funeral for Rachel.

Instead, in March, I am going to shave my head (for the second time since 2006) in honor of Rachel’s friend, Nathan and all kids who have survived cancer, who died as a result of cancer or who are currently fighting cancer.

St. Baldrick’s raises money for pediatric cancer research and they hold fundraisers all over the United States, where folks raise money through donations and then shave their heads.

I am shaving my head on March 16, 2018 and am asking for donations. For Rachel. For Rachel’s friend, Nathan. For any child you know who has or has had cancer.

Please follow and donate to the tax deductible St. Baldrick’s fundraiser by clicking on this link.

I shave my head back in 2006 for St. Baldrick’s. This featured image on this post is me and Rachel as I was pregnant with her youngest sibling, Boston. My hair was growing back in.

Please donate. Please share. Pediatric Cancer is such a underfunded and curable cluster of diseases.

Something I want to write down to remember, to put into words…

When Rachel died, a small part of me felt relief.  For me.  For her.  Some people who have a child die after a very long illness don’t feel this way and some won’t admit to feeling this way. But I felt a small piece of relief when she died.  I feel incredibly guilty for this feeling.  My daughter died after suffering for a long time.  It wasn’t, usually, painful for her.  But emotionally, she missed out on several good years of life.  Batten Disease robbed her of her sight, her ability to walk, function normally, her friends and her childhood.

It got harder and harder to take care of her.  Listening to her talking incessantly.  The diapers that followed.  She couldn’t leave the house, she didn’t really want to leave the house.  It was really hard on her.  Hard on me. Hard on her siblings.

There was definitely a strain on our relationship that grew more obvious to me as she got more affected by Batten Disease, as more of her brain cells died.  I am sure that part of my feeling of relief comes from the strain on our relationship.

This is the part I really want to write down:

When I look at Julie and see how smart and awesome she is and reflect on my relationship with Julie (and her brothers) it makes me realize how much this disease really robbed me of.  What it robbed Rachel of.

When I think of what it would be like to have a healthy, nearly 18 year old daughter, it brings me to my knees.

What would it be like?  It’s a daydream I try not to have very often because it’s a reality I will never know.

One that I would do anything to have.

I miss her so much.

Rachel Eileen

Rachel Eileen, Age 5.

They aren’t really triplets but so close in age that I started calling them that, especially after Rachel was diagnosed. It was easier than saying 1, 2, 3 and 4 because I knew at some point “Thing 1,” Rachel wouldn’t be here. And here we are.

This is a picture of the kids taken by a photographer at their Homeschool Enrichment Program. I purchased the rights to share this picture on social media and make prints but I think she deserves credit. 🙂

Elizabeth Osberg Photography

Lots of folks still haven’t updated their website with 2018 copyright information as well as added their social media (Facebook, Twitter, Instagram, LinkedIn) to their website. Give me a shout and I can make updates for you… inexpensively. Adding a cute image giving a nod to our London trip for attention. ❤

I forgot it was picture day at Homeschool Enrichment and I’m on a budget so I didn’t buy any packages. I took these of the kids, quickly, as we were headed into school. The bottom picture is Rachel from a few years ago while we were waiting for the bus.




Rachel : 2014 or 2015

My Aunts, Uncle, Cousins and their kiddos + dog went to visit my Rachel right before Christmas. They made her a Christmas tree out of roses. She would have like to have touched the tree, very tactile for a blind kid.

How I wish things could be different.

Someone left a present each for me and the kids on our doorstep on Christmas morning. It was very thoughtful but I’d really like to be able to thank the generous soul. Thank you very much. Please come forward, I’d feel really good to be able to thank you.

My cousin Zoe and her fiancé Glen went to Bushy Park in England to visit the tree where I spread most of Rachel’s ashes. This was over last weekend. Thank you for sharing guys.

Juvenile Batten disease is a fatal, genetic disorder of the central nervous system that begins in childhood. Early symptoms of this disorder appear between the ages of 5 and 10 years, when parents or physicians may notice a previously normal child has begun to develop vision problems or seizures. In some cases the early signs are subtle, taking the form of personality and behavior changes, slow learning, clumsiness, or stumbling. Over time, affected children suffer cognitive impairment, worsening seizures, and progressive loss of vision, motor skills and the abilities to eat and initiate elimination.

Eventually, children with Batten disease become blind, bedridden, and demented. Batten disease is fatal by late teens or early twenties.

This was 2004 when she was 4. She was perfect.

Julie had been wanting to try making vegan cupcakes but hadn’t gotten around to it, mainly because she was waiting on me to buy the ingredients. I took a stab at the cake while they were in their homeschooling enrichment classes today and this is quite good. I doubled the recipe and bought frosting off the shelf. I made this into cupcakes, paper lined and baked each pan of 12 at 350 degrees for 23 minutes. Since we are a mile above sea level you may need to adjust the time.


1 1/2 cups all-purpose flour (I added a few extra TBS to thicken the mixture up)

1 cup sugar (I used evaporated cane sugar)

1/4 cup cocoa powder

1 teaspoon baking soda

1/2 teaspoon salt

1/3 cup vegetable oil

1 teaspoon vanilla extract

1 teaspoon distilled white vinegar

1 cup water


Preheat oven to 350 degrees F (175 degrees C). Lightly grease one 9×5 inch loaf pan.

Sift together the flour, sugar, cocoa, baking soda and salt. Add the oil, vanilla, vinegar and water. Mix together until smooth.

Pour into prepared pan and bake at 350 degrees F (175 degrees C) for 45 minutes. Remove from oven and allow to cool.

Hope the kids like them. I’m going to bring each child 2 cupcakes at pick-up. Letting them eat in the jeep is such a bad idea.

Rachel would have loved these so much.

I did keep about a soda can’s worth of “her” because I couldn’t let go and I want some for necklaces in the future or to plant a tree with when I buy a house again.

Julie, London, Boston, my Auntie Alison and her daughter – Cousin Zoe we’re all there. I found a beautiful tree in one of London’sRoyal parks called Bushy Park.

Todd and my parents had not flown to England when we spread the ashes but Todd took this picture when he did arrive.

I miss her so much.

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