Our family friend is 13 and has cancer. Although the neighborhood families have a huge collection going around, my family and I have not donated. My husband suggested that we "do our own thing". So since then i have felt more of a personal connection to helping Ethan and his family through this rough time. At the onset of hearing this horrible news I immediately ran to Dicks to buy him a Nicks pompom hat and matching fuzzy socks. I have also been letting them borrow my new bootlegged copies of movies for them to watch during chemo. I've been making homemade desserts and bringing them by with a note every week (excluding the week I was away in Florida). I have gotten so many thank you texts from my friend and she officially has themselves pegged as "spoiled" by me! We are not the best of friends but we are close at times. I truly love this kid Ethan. He's a year younger than my son and he could use all the help in the world to feel better. When I went last week to his house, his parents weren't home (we have known eachother since sleep away camp years) I had such a great and happy conversation w Ethan. He thanked me for EVERYTHING. I felt great. It made me so glad that I could make him feel great and I told him that thank you's weren't necessary. He smiled as I looked at his hairless head and his thinking body. If I could put a smile on his face during the hardest times of his young life, I could hopefully change the world one mini banana chocolate chip muffin at a time.