CREATED FOR
Dear Incoming Family,
When you first walk through these doors, your world might feel like it’s falling apart. I know, because mine did.
When my five-year-old son, Hendrix, relapsed with cancer, everything we knew—home, work, school, routine—disappeared overnight. Our lives suddenly revolved around hospital walls and waiting rooms.
For nine months, Ronald McDonald House Toronto became our safe place. It was our home when everything else felt lost. After long days at the hospital, I could come here, cook a warm meal and feel a tiny piece of normal again. Hendrix could play, laugh and just be a kid, even while fighting the hardest battle of his life.
His bone marrow transplant meant 42 long days in isolation, and we spent the first 21 inside a 10 x…