Tag: cure

Chase is not known for sleeping.  Since the time the tumor first started growing when he was two, he often struggles to fall asleep at night and wakes long before the sun. From the moment his feet hit the floor, he’s going, doing, and often messing around.  

When he got off the bus on Tuesday afternoon, he didn’t ask to play outside, but came in quietly, telling me he loved me and missed me.  Don’t get me wrong – a docile, loving Chase is wonderful, but it’s also unusual.  Most often, he walks to the door fighting to stay outside with a verbal list of all the things he wants and needs to do as he hits the front stairs.  That night, as we sat down for family reading time, he laid his head on my lap and fell asleep . . .and then he slept ’til 6:30 in the morning.  When he woke, he did not speak much, but went back to his room almost immediately, laying curled in a blanket on the end of the bed. Within minutes, he was asleep again.

My philosophy in a household of small children (read: boys) is “Fear The Silence” because it usually brings no good, and for Chase, this holds ten times as true.  He is never still unless something is wrong.  This child who sat at the breakfast table next to siblings without eating or talking – for twenty whole minutes – he looked like my child (only more pale), but I couldn’t find the pulse of his personality and that was terrifying.

Is there an increase in pressure within his skull?

Is something growing?

Is his speech changed?

Is he unsteady on his feet?

Does he seem cognizant of his surroundings and memories?

Could his hemoglobin have dropped?

Is he having any muscle tremors or signs of seizures?

Does his head hurt?

These are just a few of the well-worn panic paths my brain circles as I move into the routine of checking his forehead, looking down his throat, and asking where it hurts.  

It’s quite likely that Chase was just under a hint of a virus.  That’s another part of who he is.  The other kids get crabby or possibly lose their appetite when they get sick, but Chase . . . Chase gets “neuro”. His speech and sleep patterns change and he often grows even less tolerant than normal – all over something as simple as a runny nose.  

And me? I worry.  That is my damage. I may stand still and breathe deep, but in my mind, I’m all-out sprinting across nightmare trails.  The years old sentence: “There’s a large mass” opened the gates wide to every conceivable worry – and often with good reason.  So once again, I ripped into the past to justify my present and by 9:00 in the morning, I was mentally on the ground, gasping for a saving thought or grace.

“Be anxious for nothing” – Yes, it’s in the Bible and sometimes I don’t know why because sometimes it feels unmercifully impossible.  But like every other word in there, it has purpose and it cheers me greatly to think that God put it in there because He knew we’d struggle.  And how I struggle.    

This morning, Chase beat the sun by a good half hour and was back to his doing, going, and messing self, boarding the bus with a smile.  It was most likely just a little virus.  

And for me, there’s the quiet, hard knowledge that there is no end in sight. At this point, the only best cure for cancer and worry is heaven. I’ll probably go back to his diagnosis every single time something is even slightly off and I’ll worry myself up until I’m panicking on the ground again and hate myself for it.

And then I’ll need to hand it over once again, give it up to God who knows and loves, and wait in the grace of the . . .Moment by moment.

“Surely your goodness and unfailing love will pursue me all the days of my life.” Psalm 23:6a