I am sailing around the world solo in order to raise money & Awareness for the charities that helped save my sister
“orandum est ut sit mens sana in corpore sano.”
-Roman Poet Decimus Junius Juvenalis
"Mens Sana" roughly translates to "Sound Mind" in latin. The purpose of this project is to raise awareness and money for a cancer charity that has not only changed my life, but most importantly my little sister's life throughout her cancer treatment. Often during cancer recovery, or recovery from anything for that matter, a crucial aspect of recovery is forgotten; to smile.
Camp Ronald Mcdonald for good times
This camp is one of the charity organizations I am doing this trip for. It's a summer camp in California for kids who experienced cancer and their siblings. All of the activities the camp offers are adapted so that even kids with physical disabilities, like my sister, are able to do everything someone without any physical impairments could do, without reducing the fun factor. Since 1987 over 36,000 kids were able to attend. The very minimal fee's allows for all families to be able to afford it the priceless experience. This is more than just another camp for kids to spend a week away from home for most kids, it is their second home.
Ronald Mcdonald house
Many families travel far from home and spend several weeks or months to get treatment for their seriously ill or injured children, a long time to be away or to divide a family. And, for children facing a serious medical crisis, nothing seems scarier than not having mom and dad close by for love and support. A Ronald McDonald House is that “home-away-from-home” for families so they can stay close by their hospitalized child at little or no cost.
When my little sister Noah was 10 years old she was an exceptional athlete. Even though we were in Beijing at the time our school sent her to places like Vietnam to compete and she would always bring a plastic bag filled with little holes and medals back home. Obviously my mother and I did shake our heads quite a bit at her innosence.
The very same week she was diagnosed with Medulloblastoma, a relatively rare type of brain cancer, she went from competing and training to not even being able to lift her arm. She had two surgeries within a week's time and did not even talk for a month afterwards. Due to the location of the tumour, all of her movements and the general control of her body were greatly impaired. She was completely devastated.
She still has to do physical therapy every single day, or else she might miss her chance for recovery. She understands this, yet every single day she throws a temper tantrum whenever we tried to get her to do physical therapy. Until one day Noah and I came back home from camp and she told our mother "mum I want to be able to walk by myself at camp next year."