Tooting my own horn. I just Djed a great Charity event for the second year in a row. It is called the Party at the Piers party. It takes place along the piers (westside highway) in NYC. The party started under a possible night of rain and if you ever djed outside you will understand how nerve racking it could be if it rains in the middle of a great set. My mix of mashups, pop music and hip hop relished throughout the night around the pier destination of 68th st and Riverside Rd. Yes, near the island of Trump. I was banging out beats so loud the neighbors should have complained. Instead they danced till 4am in the morning. Last year was good. About 200 people. This year-400 people.
Check out the background info and donate if you can. Partyatthepiers.com.
When my daughter was thirteen, she woke up at 10:30 one morning, which was very late for her. By 11:00, she fell asleep again on the couch. I suspected mono. Our pediatrician sent us to the hospital for blood work. That very afternoon I got the worst news of my life: Karyn had leukemia.
A few days later, we learned that she had Chronic Myelogenous Leukemia (CML), whose only cure was a bone marrow transplant. “Well then, that’s what we’ll do,” I thought. From that day forward, my husband David, my daughter Yael, and I put every bit of energy into saving Karyn. Nothing else mattered.
The odds unfortunately were against her. She was diagnosed in the “blast” crisis stage, which is the most deadly. To date, no one has survived CML in this stage. We still honestly thought she had a chance. Karyn suffered through chemotherapy, radiation and finally a bone marrow transplant. She fought valiantly and with dignity even at such a young age
When the Make-a-Wish Foundation approached Karyn to ask her for a special wish, she smiled and told the woman, “Give my wish to someone who really needs it. I don’t have it so bad.” This brought tears to all of our eyes, because we all knew, as Karyn did, that her life would soon be over. She was truly an old soul in a child’s body.
On March 18th, 1996, just eleven months after her diagnosis, Karyn died. She left behind a devastated community of family and friends. Yael had promised Karyn that she would never be forgotten. The Karyn Research Fund is the result of that promise.
The Fund supports and encourages new research into controlling and halting the spread of cancer cells without the terrible side effects of today’s treatments. It is our hope that this research will one day save the lives of children with cancer and eliminate the health risks associated with its treatment.
I thank you from the bottom of my heart for helping keep Karyn’s memory alive.