8 FOR 8

Dear Ones, Dear Ones, Dear Ones…!

We had this idea for the “8 For 8” only 24 hours ago, and now, I’m tucking the brand new eight-year-old and his fuzzy head under his worn out Spider-Man blanket and whispering for him to sleep sweet – while you have given just over $1700. (!!)
And the thing is, the money is coming from friends and neighbors.
It’s also coming out of the pockets of cancer kid siblings and 2nd graders who sit in a classroom with my boy.
It’s coming from people we’ve never met, and it’s coming in 8’s and 100’s and sacrifice.
And it’s for Chase, yes, but it’s for Rusty and Noah who fought so brave.
It’s for Mia who should have seen 8 herself.
It’s for Julia and Daniel and Sophia, Matthew and Maddie and Rosie, Aaron and Isaac and Dylan, and… I could name so many more. Too many more. 
For those who breathe and fight and those who’ve won and on behalf of Chase and for the others who stand with him – THANK YOU. 
Eight years, one boy, one [insanely amazing] community… one thousand, seven hundred pieces of straight-up, you-and-what-army, cancer-can-suck-it MAKING A DIFFERENCE.
THANK YOU, dear ones.
We love you.

Two things…

1. There are still hours in this day and the donation link is still up and running, so raise the roof!

2. Because we love you all and today is such a big day, I’m breaking a personal rule (never post til the cards are mailed!) and putting up a picture from our Christmas card shoot. Just because… ❤️

The Unknown Road

This 2014 story blog is very nearly two years old and yet I desperately need this lesson today as much as I needed it on the day it was first written down.

Who do I follow? Who will you follow today…and why?

The cold snapped in the air as the sun shone distant and too bright through the windshield of the car as we traveled along the road.  Chase’s first day of therapies.  A new building, new people, new things to be learned…the start of a new chapter.  And with the new, came the old and familiar: the fear of the unknown and the question – what lies ahead?  Always that question.

Chase’s high voice pierced the questions gripping my mind like my hands holding the steering wheel.  “Mommy? Where are we?  This is not the road to my hospital.”  For this is how Chase tells direction.  There is the road that leads to his hospital and then there is every other road ever made.  I answered and assured him that this road was a good road and that it was the way to his new therapy – therapy that would help him grow strong.

Silence followed for a brief second as he processed what he’d heard.  Then; “But Mom, are we late?”

“No, Chase.  We aren’t late.  We are right on time.”

Another moment of silence, then his voice again, this time with anger, “But Mom, this isn’t the road and we’re late!”

Steeling myself for the familiar exercise of reasoning with the irrational; I responded: “Chase, this is the road and we are not late.”  I received nothing but an angry growl and the reiteration that I was in error.

How many times would I need to speak truth to him before he heard?  

Finally, this; “Chase, do you trust me?  I know this road and I can see the clock. I know where we’re going and I know that we’re not late.  You don’t know this road, but I do.  I’ve driven on it before and I know where it goes.  Chase, you’ll just have to trust me.”

The petulant retort; “Mom, I can’t trust you because I cannot see the road and I cannot see the clock.  You can; but I cannot.”  

Suddenly, his voice was mine….mine to my Creator who speaks truth to me and calms the questions and fears at every turn.  He tells me that even though I don’t know the road, He does.  He knows where it goes and what’s along the way.  He knows the timing of it and how it will take me to places that will be hard but will make me stronger.  And I sit, petulant child that I am, and question trusting Him because I don’t know what He knows and somehow, in my small heart and mind, that makes Him seem less good and my fears seem more justified.

In that moment, that silly short moment of driving across the city, in the child voice from the back seat, I was reminded how good He is to me and that I don’t have to know what lies ahead to trust and follow.

Moment by moment.

For I know the plans I have for you, declares the Lord, plans for welfare and not for evil, to give you a future and a hope.  Jeremiah 29:11

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What To Expect When You’re Expecting To Read “Chase Away Cancer”

For the last several weeks, I’ve been getting feedback both on the idea of Chase Away Cancer and now on the finished book itself. Everyone is being so gracious, but there have also been some threads of question and/or doubt woven in that I’d very much like to put to rest.

So, what should you expect when you’re expecting to read this book? Here are the three most common points of feedback that I hear. I hope with all my heart that the answers put your mind at ease and prepare you to join us on the journey.


1. “Well, I probably won’t read the book because I’ve followed along with your blog the whole time, so I pretty much know the story anyway.

Yes…and super, really NO.

Yes, it’s true that if you’ve followed the blog or Facebook page, you have a good idea of where the story goes, however, this book was written from scratch (almost two whole times!) and while it holds some similarities (lessons learned, etc), this is the straight-up, dialogue-filled story of Chase’s diagnosis and treatment. I’m not kidding, you guys. You will be IN THE ROOMS with Bob and I as we make decisions on his treatment and life.

This is unprecedented openness for us — and it is so much so that over a dozen medical staff had to sign off on conversations and use of their real names. It’s so different from the blog in some ways that my own parents (with whom we lived during Chase’s treatment) read the book and immediately called us to say “Wow, we knew, but at the same time, we didn’t know…”

So, to sum up, put all ideas of a yawn fest aside. I kept you faithful story-followers and blog readers in mind when I wrote the manuscript – there will be plenty to learn, and dare I say, even …enjoy?


2. “I really want to support you and everything, but I’m really scared to read a book about a child who gets cancer.”

I would be too.

I can honestly say that if I hadn’t written this book, and somebody told me I should read it, I would probably approach it with some trepidation.

There will be some chapters that you’re going to want to have the box of tissues close, but there are other chapters that will make you laugh out-right and you’ll be shocked that you just giggled over a book with the word “cancer” in it. This is life with Chase. You laugh. You cry. And sometimes, you do both together.

My amazing editor and I (along with a gifted and highly skilled team) worked incredibly hard to make this book “breathable” – ie: you will feel what we felt in the sadness, but you’ll also feel our joy and you’ll find times to “breathe” and take it in as you read. In other words, you’ll get all the feels, but it’s unlikely to blindside you. This was written for joy and grace, not a shock value.


3. “But I don’t have a child with cancer.”

That’s the best news I’ve heard all day!

While it’s true that this book will probably speak most directly to parents of children with cancer, each chapter ends with something God taught us on the journey and the heart of the entire book is that LIFE IS MESSY, but GOD IS FAITHFUL.

So yes, your life might not include cancer, but don’t underestimate how the story might touch you, encourage you, or give you far greater understanding into the life of a friend who might be hurting.

Does that sound proud? I don’t mean it to be — but you guys, throughout this journey, I’ve been amazed that some of the greatest, most touching stories I’ve ever heard about what’s written on this blog came from people who were encouraged and given hope to carry on because they saw their infertility, their disease, their caregiving, their financial difficulties, their selling a house, etc, etc… (seriously, I could go on and on) through the same eyes as I saw a trial of cancer. Yes, my difficulties might look different than yours, but stress is stress and in that, there is a really incredibly universality in Chase’s story.


So, won’t you join us?

*Have other questions or concerns? Please let me know! I’d love to answer them.*

Moment by moment.

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In The Market With Janet Parshall

UPDATE, May 3, 2016 — For some reason, even though I wrote this post yesterday morning, several people didn’t get the news in their inbox until a day later. If you fall under that category, I’m so sorry! But, don’t despair… I have the link to the recording here. You can follow the link to listen to my talk with Janet or to pass it on to friends. You guys, it was truly such a blessed time!

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Oh my dear friends, I’m so honored (and slightly terrified) to tell you that I’m going to be hanging out on In the Market with Janet Parshall later today to talk about Chase Away Cancer – This is EPIC.
I honestly don’t know whether you should pray for me to speak an intelligible language or pray for Janet since she’s the one who has to talk to me. Hey, tell you what…just PRAY.

If you’re in the Chicago area, you’ll find me on Moody Radio (90.1) at 4:00PM (CST), and if that isn’t your station/location, you can follow the link here to find a station near you.

And just about the second that I’m ready to freak out and fall down over the “bigness” of this little talk (I’m a mom in sweatpants, remember?), I overheard this conversation amongst my children this morning:

“Karsten, you can’t be crazy today because mom has to talk to a lot of people on TV. Except it’s the kind of TV you listen to, so stop messing around because you’re stressing her out. And then later, we will watch her with our ears.”
Oh, what a great reality moment. I’m feeling like all my kids need to stay in school for now…and also like there aren’t any college scholarships in our immediate future.
But seriously, come join me this afternoon (and don’t forget to watch with your ears) as we talk Chase Away Cancer and the faithfulness of God in all things.
Moment by moment.

“May the words of my mouth and the meditation of my heart be pleasing to you, O Lord, my rock and my redeemer.” Psalm 19:14