In the lead, at the moment, is Lily Rose. This turtle is special to me. It is named for Miss Lily Rose Rosploch, a little girl I know.
This spring, a terrible thing happened to Lily the girl. On the day she turned three she was diagnosed with cancer. Stage four neuroblastoma. Neuroblastoma is an awful word. It makes me sad to type it.
But Miss Lily is a fighter. And she’s giving this everything she’s got. In the face of this frightening disease she is funny and thoughtful. She is patient. She dances. She plays with her brand-new baby sister, Mya. She wears the love around her like a shield.
And far away in the Atlantic, Lily the leatherback is swimming, unaware of her own daunting odds. She simply navigates the waters she’s in. Like we all have to. But there is strength in that journey. There is hope.
And it is strength and hope I wish for Miss Lily Rose.