Dolls For Very Sick Kids
those in need
LET US LOVE ONE ANOTHER
I make and give away two foot tall cloth dolls to children with cancer (notice I will not honor it with a capital c) and OTHER devastating medical issues that turn their world upside down. As of the 27th of April 2015, two hundred and twenty-eight dolls will have sent out free of cost including postage, thanks to donations of fabric, lace and some monetary donations to help with other supplies and the dreaded cost of mailing. I am almost seventy-five, and began this in seriousness in 2007. On this site, I will do my best to keep you updated while maintaining the confidentiality of those who wish it for their children. The dolls come from a non-smoking home and one without pets. They have no hair as most go to kids with cancer that lose their hair.
I can tell you of a 3 year old that could not speak sentences nor walk and was small enough to fit in an infant seat. She was in need of a liver and heart transplant. She loved her large doll and it was left beside her for comfort. Her parent said if she woke and it was not there, she became hysterical and called out one of the few words she could say. She wanted SIS, which is what she called her. That was long ago. The little girl’s name was Amy.
There was a little girl named Scarlett. Scarlett was only two and suffered from brain cancer. She went through a lot looking for the cure. She was one of the lucky ones and is now four with no return of the cancer to date. It is my prayer that will continue to be the case.
There is Aubrie. She was six with brain cancer. She sent me a picture of herself with her doll, and a sigh that said both “I love my doll!” and “God Bless you”.
I could tell you of a nine year old that had brain cancer and passed away three days after receiving his ‘doll buddy’
There was a child in Switzerland that needed a bone marrow transplant
There is a local boy, who dearly loves his doll buddy named Ted. He had him over a year before finally receiving a long needed kidney transplant. He is now down to only a three hundred and fifty mile trips every other month, to have the kidney evaluated for how well it is going to function.
I gave a doll to a baby just under a year old, whose heart was upside down and had already endured twelve surgeries.
There is a boy whose heart is on the wrong side of his body.
There was the three year old that got a liver transplant at last.
The list goes on, as will I, as long as possible. I rarely have the privilege of knowing what has happened to these children, but I can understand why that is the case. The parents and family have enough on their mind, without updating me.
The dolls are not about me, they are about the children. They are meant to bring comfort. In the still of the night, it is my thought a child needs something soft to cuddle, to talk to, something she can love and talk to with no one else around.
A couple of ladies send twenty four and twenty-eight inch doll quilts for the dolls to be wrapped in, and a small birth certificate comes with them, plus a short story I wrote from the doll to the child receiving it. This is what it says.
I belong to you in a place of the mind that belongs to children and doll friends. I belong to you.
When you want to laugh, I will laugh with you. When you cry, please hold me near. The cloth in me will soak up your tears, and they will store themselves in the love I am surely stuffed with.
When you want a hug or need one, I will be happy to help you with that.
If you are afraid in the day, or in the dark, please know I will do my entire doll body allows me to do, to make you feel better.
When you feel angry, I will only listen, and never be angry back.
I am your friend. I belong to you
I have been blessed from all over the USA with fabric for these dolls, so presently that is not an issue or immediate need. The boy dolls get their clothing from thrift stores in used like new twelve month sizes, and are quite handsome in their hoodies, t-shirts, long pants of overall or blue jeans, etc. They wear a knit cap. The girls are a two in one dolly, with long skirts and plenty of lace around the skirts, muliple colorful ties around the waistline. They wear a mop-cap. When the outside skirt is turned inside out a dolly with a nightgown is there all ready to be put to sleep. I embroider their faces with little tear drop eyes and a curved smiling mouth. I designed the dolls and their clothing.
I am not an organization, and the dolls now are having their dresses made by a church friend named Linda. Otherwise it is just me, and the occasional help through my church to sew the dolls and stuff them as they are able. My church is pretty small and they do what they can. I am not asking for money, but I am telling you, I always have need for boys knit caps (like a beanie cap in an adult size, and new or used like new …if possible. The need for 2 and 3 inch wide lace in 48 inch lengths is always needed. I can assure you that should you have a desire to help financially, I do not, nor will I EVER make a profit off the dolls, nor will any volunteer that sews or stuffs dolls be paid for doing that. It isn’t about them either. Anything monetary is immediately put into a non-profit account for the dolls, to mail them out, and purchase materials for bodies, etc, that I don’t otherwise have. I do the labor and God supplies the need. I do ask, if you are among those that pray, to please say a prayer for those children that are stricken with so many things, over which they have little if any control. I have extended the need for these dolls to comfort, and on occasion, to children who have been sexually and physically abused, for that is yet another way in which a child’s world is turned upside down.
I will find stories I have written about children and cancer when I can find them, and post more pictures when and if I am allowed to do so.
My mailing address is: P.O. Box 1006. I am in Crescent City, CA. 95531. If you wish me to call you, please send me either an e-mail or a written request and I will do so. my e-mail is: firstname.lastname@example.org. I normally send dolls to kid’s aged two to ten, but follow my heart and make exceptions. A doll went to a child woman, who will never know life, with a husband and family, perhaps a child to love, such as you may know. This girl will never be able to care for herself and has the intelligence I am told of an eight year old.
The stories go on and on.
here is a link to more non-cancer writings of mine, should you be interested