In the summer of 1985 I was diagnosed with AML. My family and I went through many ups and downs as I went back and forth between remission and relapse. Two years later, after a bone marrow transplant from my one-year old brother, I got to come home to be a normal little girl again. After another two years, a malignant tumor was found but successfully removed.
As I look back I recognize the importance of my special time at Camp Quality Arkansas; getting together with other kids like me and making friends. At the time it just seemed like fun. I spent the year wondering what the theme of camp was going to be, what I was going to bring to camp, and what I was going to wear to the dance on the last night of camp. Now, I realize it was a suitable form of therapy and I cannot imagine where I would be without it. I give thanks to God, doctors, nurses, social workers, pastoral care, and cancer camps like Camp Quality Arkansas!
--Former Camper turned Companion & COC Member Chrissy