This charity also uses too much of the donations for administrative costs. Translation: a lot of people get big fat salaries for not doing anything related to finding a cure.
One of my cousins, a guy I really grew up with, died of this terrible disease.
We played everything together, from Little League baseball through high school football, but as adults with our own families, we grew apart, both going our own ways. In 2000 one of our old aunties made me aware of what was going on and it happened that I was doing a lot of traveling for work and a fifty mile detour would bring me through town, so I got to stop and see Cuz as often as possible.
He died in '04.
I hold on to the last smile and the laughter in his eyes when I said, "Hey Cuz, who ever thought we'd make sixty."
They'll get nothing from me...