In March 2015, I was diagnosed with Langerhans Cell Histiocytosis (LCH). After months of shoulder pain, an X-ray revealed a tumor on my fourth rib. It had been growing quietly, eventually fracturing the bone.

The months that followed were a blur of doctor visits, scans, therapy, and hospital stays. Later that year, a family friend told us about the Histio Run. We weren’t able to attend in 2015, but we joined in May 2016—and have been part of it every year since.

Thankfully, my tumor responded to steroid injections and shrank completely. I’ve been LCH-free ever since.

Supporting the Histio Run means a lot to me. I often think of Angi, the event coordinator, who lost her son to Hemophagocytic Lymphohistiocytosis (HLH) in 2001. Though our stories began with heartbreak, we now walk this journey together—raising funds and awareness for others facing histiocytic disorders.