It’s been a while and it’s been hard to put into words…
This almost done Fall has been a strange, stretching time filled with both wonderfully normal things, and hard, intense growing things – or, at least I hope we’re growing from them.
Some weeks ago now, we began a struggle to have Chase’s insurance continue covering a couple of his medications.
I will forever be thankful that we weren’t fighting for an anticonvulsant (a seizure med – without which, we’d all be in really big trouble), but one of the things we were fighting for was the medication that helps him with his executive function. And without it…? Everything is just MORE. There’s more energy and laughter, yes, but there’s also more anger, frustration and sadness too. And it’s all coming quicker – shot from a damaged and dis-regulated brain – faster than Chase or any of us can handle.
We have been given so much grace and peace to do this thing. And yet, all the other things that don’t get done during this season – that’s where it hurts. That’s where and when the caring for our sweet boy pulls at whatever is left of our patience. It’s a weird in-between place where we know everything will be okay some day, but today is not that day. So we breathe, beg for extra grace, and walk… moment by moment, knowing as hard as it is for us, it’s equally, if not exponentially harder for Chase himself.
…and yet, dear ones, even as intensely weary as this season is, even as we liaison with his doctors and watch him carefully for signs of liver and heart issues until the January MRI, dear ones… tomorrow, Monday, December 12th, Chase Stratton Elliot Ewoldt will be thirteen years old. An actual teenager.
In some ways, it’s a very strange thing because his chronological age will be 13, but his intellectual age is a sliding scale… and the age of his heart and bones after all that he’s seen and done…? It’s got to be near 90, if it’s a day.
But I remember so clearly the moments at that first hospital conference table when we talked about the miracle it would take to get him to his third birthday. That third birthday was the goal…and while all the words were positive and hopeful, I felt it in my heart like I could see it in their eyes…nobody expected him to see the day.
So, to see the day…plus TEN YEARS MORE…?
That feels like an incredible moment in the hard journey. And we are treating it as such.
So watch this space all Monday… “$13 for 13 years” celebration kicks off here and I’m so excited to see how our celebration of Chase can impact life for so many others like him. *watch for the donation link in the morning!*
Looking forward with great hope…
MbM.
