https://www.wendyolsonfund.org/wendys-story daily 1.0 2025-04-29 https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/6159ed7cc1e22248026a5f56/1633312873864-1IIK4VJ25B0QFUS454K7/Wendy+on+a+Camel https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/6159ed7cc1e22248026a5f56/1633314142133-S28ERB7OWRE8E8RR9SZT/Wendy+at+the+Central+Park+Boathouse Wendy's Story In the fall of 2011, the morning she learned that a six-centimeter brain tumor was upending her life, Wendy dragged me to the Boathouse in Central Park to get a glass of Champagne. Smiling that infectious way she always did, she gently held my hand and asked, “So I bet you can’t call me a hypochondriac now, huh?” Always, a joke, a smile, a light in the darkness. https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/6159ed7cc1e22248026a5f56/1633314609813-DTN2894P0SKDJOPD984K/Wendy+exploring+the+world+in+photos Wendy's Story - Always exploring She squeezed out every ounce of life, exploring the ends of the earth from Tahiti, Hawaii, New Zealand, Australia, France, Britain, Italy, Austria, and Germany to Morocco, Singapore, Maldives, Netherlands, Mexico, Peru and Switzerland (not to mention Disney World). Every clinical trial gave her the hope to continue. Every treatment gave her the time to live her life. Always brave, always exploring. https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/6159ed7cc1e22248026a5f56/1633314509563-RAF9GQ4HVZ9ZES7RQGJ9/Wendy+in+Australia Wendy's Story - Always Looking Forward In December 2019, the day after an MRI showed that her disease had transformed into something much more aggressive, she was on a plane to Australia to celebrate New Year’s Eve on the Harbor and watch the sunrise over Uluru. I asked her if she wanted to cancel, and she said she wanted to live. Always looking forward. https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/6159ed7cc1e22248026a5f56/1633315013801-1TT72CNLEJBX0B3I3M0R/Wendy+raising+her+toy+chest+and+hosting+a+tea+party Wendy's Story - Always, the Big Heart Despite all that she faced, despite the crushing injustice of this disease, she was always thinking about everyone but herself. As her mobility became more challenging, she spent a few hours each week stocking a toy chest for our friend's children so every visit would be filled with surprise and delight. In the last week of her life, there were, sadly, painful procedures, but as tears rolled down her cheeks, she would always reach out and touch the nurses on the arm to comfort them. To thank them. To tell them not to cry. To tell them it wasn't their fault. To tell them it will be ok. Always, the big heart. https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/6159ed7cc1e22248026a5f56/e6d967da-8bf8-4d99-a634-591af75b1586/Wendy+in+treatment Wendy's Story - Always Hopeful She went into each treatment ready to fight against the dying of that light, and she did it with such energy and optimism. Her doctors at UCSF were her biggest cheerleaders, her loving friends, and her fiercest advocates. They gave her strength. Always hopeful. https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/6159ed7cc1e22248026a5f56/839c8555-f5e9-40d1-96ba-12ffa2470ad0/Wendy+at+the+hospital Wendy's Story - Make it stand out Whatever it is, the way you tell your story online can make all the difference. https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/6159ed7cc1e22248026a5f56/15fb5b6d-e15c-4c40-8536-a178c3dc9ebe/Goal+Thermometer.png https://www.wendyolsonfund.org/mtasts daily 0.75 2023-01-13