Jameson's Story

This sweet little 4 year old was just diagnosed with stage 3 Sarcoma cancer. In February 2020, his Mom noticed his stomach starting to bloat. After a checkup with his family doctor, he was rushed to Primary Children’s Hospital in Salt Lake City, Utah. The amazing doctors there found and removed an 8 inch tumor in his abdomen.

He and his family now face over a year of chemotherapy treatment. He's already been such a trooper. We'd like to support this wonderful family all we can by raising funds to pay for Jameson's unexpected, expensive treatment. Prayers and hugs are also welcome!

A note from Jameson's parents

“What’s your name bud?” I asked him again.
“I’m Ja - me- ssssss . . . “ He narrowed his eyes. “Ja -me”. He frowned, sticking his lower lip out as far as it could go.
“Try again. You can do it.”
He looked at me and flashed his most mischievous grin.
“JJ,” he said. “I’m JJ.”

Eventually, our son learned to pronounce his full name, but along the way, he faced a number of challenges. Poor kiddo started wearing glasses shortly after his second birthday. Before we noticed his crossed eye, I thought he ran into walls or fell off stairs because he’d been cursed with my natural athleticism. Later we learned that a myriad of ear infections had teamed up with his poor vision, essentially rendering him partially blind and partially deaf. Doctors later told us that he could actually hear what we were saying (supposedly), but that it was akin to listening to a conversation with your head under water.

My son has been through a lot in a short life, but he’s always approached his issues with an astoundingly cheery disposition. No matter what life throws at JJ, you can find him with a smile on his face, ready to laugh. He managed to wrap the nurses around his finger during his first stint at the hospital -- whom he extorted to acquire egregious amounts of apple juice. He thanked his nurses after every treatment they administered. His eyes lit up with each train and car and sticker and puzzle he was gifted, no matter what he’d been through that day.

There’s a lesson to be learned here. A lesson on clinging to the light you can find through every storm, no matter how severe the storm gets. And of course there will be rough times -- he certainly had a few of those moments when the nurses poked and prodded at him too late in the night -- but after those moments passed, he was back to his loving self.

I don’t know exactly where this road will take us and I don’t know exactly what we’ll glean from the experience, but I’m confident that Jameson will approach the coming days with more optimism and faith than could fairly be expected of anyone his age. And no matter the outcome, I hope to learn a thing or two from our son.

Please join us in Jameson’s Journey.