Of Life, Lists, And Too Many Appointments

This past week, we finally finished up all of Chase’s follow up appointments from his January MRI.  I never get tired of seeing him interact with his doctors. This time, he brought his St. Baldrick’s cape (a gift from the staff for his ambassador year) and his new Spider-Man mask. He ran through the halls saying “Zoom! Pow!” until he tired of people talking to him, and then, stripping off his costume, he lurked in the clinic doorway and made silly faces at any doctors or nurses he saw in the hallway.  He also tried very hard to tell one of the doctors the new “knock-knock” joke he’d just learned from his kindergarten teacher (“Orange you glad I didn’t say ‘banana’?) and it was something of a fruit basket upset that was pure awesome and complete Chase. Life is never dull, that’s for sure.

Despite the good results of his January MRI, there are several continuing issues. After two years of stability, Chase’s hearing loss has gotten worse. Also, his growth has almost completely fallen off the charts – introducing conversations about the potential need for growth hormones. This is something for which Chase is potentially an excellent candidate, but something that also holds a very real threat of secondary cancers. (deep breath and lots of prayer…)

Before the end of July, Chase needs to do the following:

  • Have two separate surgeries on both of his eyes to remove treatment-induced cataracts that will leave him with the eyes of a 45-year-old (even after the surgery)
  • Have an echo to check his heart for chemo damage
  • Have a bone scan to check the age of his bones (a prerequisite for the growth hormone discussion)
  • Have a consult with his ENT to determine if he needs surgery to remove his ear tubes (they’ve been in for two years now and are showing signs of wear in his ears)
  • Possibly have an ear surgery
  • Have another audiology test to determine if he needs some type of hearing assistance 
  • Have blood work done for at least two of his doctors
  • Have a full brain/spine MRI
  • Meet with his neuro-oncology team
  • Meet with his neurosurgeon
  • Meet with his endocrinologist

And all of this is in addition to the behavior therapy consultations he needs, the IEP meetings, and the weekly speech, occupational, and physical therapy needs.

What a laundry list. I spent nearly three hours on the phone one morning just setting up appointments and coordinating with hospital staff and dates.  Currently, my calendar makes me want to go hide somewhere.

The danger in making a list public is that someone always has a longer and more complicated inventory of things to accomplish. Maybe it’s you. Maybe you’re looking at my “Chase list” and thinking: “Wow, she has no idea…” – and you’d probably be right, but I made this list up and wrote about it for two reasons…well, three, really.  

  1. Pray for us. The decisions ahead regarding growth hormone are not to be taken lightly and feel like some of the most weighty things we’ve talked about since the decision to radiate Chase’s brain.
  2. God is faithful. I need to remember this when I look at all the next few months will hold. He’s seen us through this far and He’s not about to stop now.
  3. Hug a cancer survivor.  Today, please.  This is what “survival” looks like. It’s a weird medical purgatory where you’re not really in treatment, but you’re definitely not out of needing help either.  So hug them close and tell them they’re amazing because the battle wounds are real and never quite go away.

Tying it in: Chase’s appointment list reminds me of my life. Too much, too complicated, too crazy… How do I reconcile all the broken? How do I best understand what God wants for me? …for our family? This is the moment by moment nature of it all. I need to lean in; seek Him. Thankfully, He isn’t done with me yet. …with any of us yet. The list is in His hands; life is in His hands.

And I am certain that God, who began the good work within you, will continue his work until it is finally finished on the day when Christ Jesus returns.” Philippians 1:6 

Moment by moment…

{Below: some pictures from our clinic day at the hospital}

Calmly, the super hero makes his way through the metropolis...
Calmly, the super hero makes his way through the metropolis…
Chase taking a "selfie" with his Nurse Wendy, our family's brain tumor coordinator and a part of our heart.
Chase taking a “selfie” with his Nurse Wendy, our family’s brain tumor coordinator and a part of our heart.
Chase and his friend, Matthew, meet up and play "got your nose" in the Crowne Sky Garden after their appointments.
Chase and his friend, Matthew, meet up and play “got your nose” in the Crowne Sky Garden after their appointments.

Of Things Bright, Sweet, And Clever

This is Donna.

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Donna had beautiful golden curls and a wide, infection smile.

Donna was named for her maternal grandmother who died of a brain tumor before she was born.

Donna was bright, sweet, and clever.

Donna was diagnosed with papillary meningioma on March 23, 2007.

And on Monday, October 19, 2009, as her parents slept by her side, Donna died.

Donna was four years old.

Four years like four percent – the amount of U.S. Federal funding dedicated to childhood cancer research.

Donna’s mom is a wonderful, colorful, gifted writer and for so many of us on the cancer journey, she quietly writes two words over and and over on our pictures and stories: Choosing Hope.  

So today, as writers and bloggers band together on social media for – #DonnaDay – we choose hope for this family and all of our families.

Because this is one of the very real ways we can “chase the cancer away”.

For more on the St. Baldrick’s fundraiser honoring Donna, or to donate, click here.

For more on Donna’s story, told by her mom, click here.

Choosing hope once again . . . moment by moment.

What If I Go To Sleep And Don’t Wake Up?

Chase settled a little further into his pillow as I tucked the sheets up under his chin, just the way he liked it. He had been laughing a second earlier and it suddenly changed to a whimper. “I’m scared . . .”

I tousled the fuzzy hair on his smooth head, “It’s going to be okay, sweet boy.”

He twisted slightly in the sheets as if trying to physically escape a thought. “But Mom, what if I go to sleep and I don’t wake up?”

I hugged him close and promised him that wouldn’t happen – not because I knew it to be true, but because I desperately prayed it so. How the old soul questions from a young body twist at my heart and mind.

It takes four people to hold and distract Chase while the needle is placed in his arm.
It takes four people to hold and distract Chase while the needle is placed in his arm.

Twelve too short hours later, after fourteen hours of fasting and four attempts to place an IV in his under-hydrated veins, he fought the medication as it sought to take hold, pulling his head off the hospital bed to draw breath against the impending sleep even to the point that he nearly choked. His eyes closed and he fought them open once again. His voice was a hushed whisper as if even opening his lips to form words took too much energy. “Mom, I’m going to miss you. Will you come back to me?” The fear in his eyes was still visible in the blank glaze of the pre-anesthesia prescriptions.  And then his chest heaved in a gigantic sigh, and he surrendered.  And I stood in the bay next to Bob, watching nurses and doctors prepare to load his small body into the colossal machine until the automated entrance door closed, separating all of us once again.

We don't like needles . . .
We don’t like needles . . .

Yet another MRI . . .

Today marked Chase’s first MRI in four months and the first one since his diagnosis that I haven’t posted about before it occurred. It was traumatic as it always is and for a moment after the holidays and the busyness and burnout, I lost the ability and desire to put it into words. At some point, it feels like we run out of new ways to say “this is hard” and “please pray”. Every time he passes out and we’re left standing in a room, every last time we say goodbye, it tears at my heart and the weeping soul cry of it all is that we weren’t meant for these kind of things.

It’s hard now, and it’ll probably be equally difficult when we do it all again in three or four months or possibly sooner with an impending eye surgery. And wow, is my weakness and lack of faith on the surface in these moments when I stand separated from Chase and consider doing it all again. We never, ever outgrow the need for moment by moment grace, no matter the circumstance.

Sleeping off the medicines post-scan. He's awake, but was too tired to respond to anything - even a picture.
Sleeping off the medicines post-scan. He’s awake, but was too tired to respond to anything – even a picture.

Oh, but I’m so thankful to be able to bring you the hard and the good all in one, for within a few hours of the nearly two hour scan and recovery, we met with Chase’s neurosurgeon and learned that preliminary results showed negligible growth in the tumor site. Of course, we wait on the final consensus of the other teams and tumor board, but we are so blessed to share that at this point, Chase is stable

Moment by moment.

Weeping may tarry for the night, but joy comes with the morning. Psalm 30:5b

Post-procedure had Teddy Grahams - the best way to break a fast, of course :)
Post-procedure had Teddy Grahams – the best way to break a fast, of course 🙂

On Being An Ambassador

Summing up a whole year is often like visiting a medical office for me: a dreaded, but sometimes necessary exercise.  I hate the action of listing it all out because it can be so trite to gloss over and wrap up, but as soon as I start, all the painful, awful, funny, perfect, and wondrous things that have passed start washing over me and I never regret the exercise.  One of the most amazing aspects of this last year has been Chase’s role as a national ambassador for the St. Baldrick’s Foundation, and this morning, in the last of the 8,760 hours of ambassadorship, we sat down early to reminisce over some of the opportunities: shaving his brother’s head, going into schools to meet with children and talk about cancer and chemo, getting to connect with so many people on something that has shaped us on such a significant level – to name just a few. 

Memory is hard for Chase and he slumped down in the chair as I asked him what his favorite part of the ambassador year has been. “Can’t I just say that I love Dr. Lulla? He’s my favorite. Can I just say that?”

Chase with Dr. Rishi Lulla, a St. Baldrick's researcher and Chase's attending neuro-oncologist at Ann and Robert H. Lurie Children's Hospital of Chicago.
Chase with Dr. Rishi Lulla, a St. Baldrick’s researcher and Chase’s attending neuro-oncologist at Ann and Robert H. Lurie Children’s Hospital of Chicago. Photo credit: Jan Terry

“What about the time you made Aidan bald?” I laughed.

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He slumped further. “Please don’t laugh about being bald. It hurts me.”

Reaching over, I picked him up and hugging him close, I explained that my laughter stemmed from his and Aidan’s precious hearts for each other, not their lack of hair. Never the lack of hair.

Photo credit: Heidi Peters Photography
Photo credit: Heidi Peters Photography

And then he settled into it. “I did like shaving Aidy’s head. That was fun. And I really liked doing the Pin Guard tournament with Miss Jen at school with the firemen. And I think I liked whenever they gave me a microphone to talk to kids too. Those were my favorites.” He stopped and thought for one minute more, and than as is his habit, he interrupted his own musings. “Also, I think that . . . Hey, Mom! I have a great idea! I want to make cards for kids who have cancer and chemo like me! The next time we go to my hospital, can I take cards to my friends like my Mia and my Lucas?”

And with that, the time for memories were over.  But isn’t this the point of sharing our stories? Of being an ambassador? Reflection that leads to action. For Chase, in this moment, it was wanting to encourage other kids.  And over this past year, as more and more have looked to encourage and action has been taken – from grade schoolers growing out their hair all the way to a US Congressman signing the STAR Act – thousands upon thousands of dollars have gone to change the outcomes.  This is amazing!

Talking about St. Baldrick's at Madison Elementary
Talking about St. Baldrick’s at Madison Elementary

As 2015 comes to a close, we acknowledge the hard things that have brought us to this point, revel in the joy that keeps us going, are deeply thankful for all the ones around us, and look expectantly to 2016 for all that it will hold.

A huge thank you to the St. Baldrick’s Foundation for letting us help carry your message this year.

Photo credit: Heidi Peters Photography
Photo credit: Heidi Peters Photography

Chase’s Story [VIDEO]

Have you ever seen this video of Chase?

If not, I highly recommend it.  And even if so, feel free to watch it again…  We have been so blessed to partner with the St. Baldrick’s Foundation this year and are continually thankful for the platform they give us to share Chase’s story with so many.

-MbM-

[Our deepest gratitude to the incomparable Matthew Lackey for his mad, crazy video skills.  Also, a huge thank you to both Jane Hoppen and Kristen Thies for all they did to put together the finished product and the time spent filming it.]