Tag: moment by moment

He’s 12 Today

Last night, I was reflecting on the start of Chase’s life. Perhaps some of you have seen this before, but this (above) is the first photo I have of Chase and with Chase. This picture never stops being amazing to me because he came so fast and was placed on my chest so fast with such a deep scream that I actually watched life flow into him, turning him pink.

Can you see it?

Can you see who he is today in this tiny scrap of human in my arms?

Another reason I never stop being amazed at this picture is because I had absolutely no idea what lay ahead of us and how many miracles lay in store for this sweet, unexpected life. I had no idea how much I’d cry… or laugh…

Did you know that Chase was born 12 months and 5 days after his older brother? To say he was a surprise to us would be an understatement, and yet, it underscores something I know with my whole heart… Chase was meant to be on this earth.

He followed fast on brother’s heals.

He came fast and screaming into the world.

He hasn’t stopped fighting since.

And this is one of his personal favorite pictures because I’m in a hospital bed with nurses and gloves and masks around me…and there was an IV in my hand. And so I reflected on these picture things last night, as I wrapped presents and prepared for now – this day.

Twelve… It’s so insane to me! I remember the day the doctors told us “Don’t think too far ahead… let’s just try and get him to age three.”

Isn’t life amazing? …and so are you! Yesterday alone, the day before alone, you raised over $7,000 in Chase’s “12 For 12″ fundraiser.

Dear ones, my heart is so full. These dollars will do so much good. Think about this: somewhere this day, a woman like me is holding her baby – like Chase – in her arms for the first time, having no idea how much she’s going to need Lurie Children’s and foundations like ARFF someday. And when she wakes up one day and realizes the need… we will have already been there – doing our best – because Chase turned 12.

Life is precious.

Moment by moment.

[To donate in celebration of Chase or to share with a friend, click THE LINK – thank you!]

When Easy Is A Lie

Two years and a lifetime ago…

It was in the middle of a vortex of cold air sweeping through the January winter, the days dark and frigid, when we got the news. The results of the biopsy were in.

It was cancer. 

Again. 

In those first minutes, we reeled even though in a strange way, we had been expecting it. And in those first weeks, we heard one sentence stated a dozen ways and we believed it:

“This is the easy cancer”. 

In a way, this is a clinically supportable thought. The sheer number of days spent in the hospital, the number of moments we walked to the edge of life and back when Chase was two and fighting brain cancer – it doesn’t even compare. And yet…

Today is the second anniversary of Chase’s second cancer – a cancer that still sits in his body, making it outlast the actual time his brain cancer sat throughout his body by a good eight months. And these two years have been heartbreaking and complicated in so many unexpected ways.

You see, the problem with the word “easy” is that it is an immeasurable concept. There is no one-size-fits-all when it comes to the complicated complexities put before each of us. And the use of those types of words always end up pushing me down and hollowing me out. 

If it was supposed to be easy and it doesn’t feel that way, then there must be something wrong with me, right? 

And then I take those wrong, hard thoughts into the day with me and I walk into the processing, the tears and the pain not only unprepared, but feeling inadequate in all ways – because it wasn’t supposed to be this way. It was supposed to be “easy”.

And perhaps that’s the true cruelty of that word – “easy” – when life isn’t (and it almost never is), then my focus invariably turns to that second phrase:

“it wasn’t supposed to be this way”. 

But very few things from the start of the world were ever supposed to be this way .

“Easy” makes us sit with our doubts.

“Easy” is ripe ground for seeds of discontentment.

“Easy” is sorrow incarnate when it comes to the table of suffering.

There is no easy. 

Dear ones, I believe with my whole heart there is only ordained.

And it’s in relinquishing the “easy” word that I find peace. …not in this life, to be sure, but in hope. 

With hope, the hard melts and reshapes. It never disappears. Life is hard and broken and will be until I see Jesus with my own eyes. But hope is the banquet at the table of suffering.

Hope is rich and beautiful even when the tears are rolling down my face and my heart is crying out “two years of this that was supposed to be easy…?!” 

Hope holds me up when I weaken.

Hope comforts me when I weep. 

Hope means purpose even in cancer … and second cancers.

So throw out the thoughts of “easy” with all its frustration and futility and “What’s wrong with me?” questions.

And hold on to hope with all of it’s “God is good even here” truths. It won’t be easy, but then again, “easy” was never a part of the story. And what a story it is…

Moment by moment.

“Why am I discouraged? Why is my heart so sad? I will put my hope in God…”

“…each day the Lord pours his unfailing love upon me.”

Psalm 43:5a, 42:8a

Lessons From The Second First Anniversary

You think I would know by now that another shoe drops with each piece of news… I have debated writing this all down because it feels like I’m being a drama mama, and yet, it feels dramatic because everything is traumatic when there’s been a terminal fight. So, it’s true that Chase’s brain and spine are in the clear for now, but it was next-hospital-day news that revealed there is something growing in Chase’s thyroid. We have been told that it’s probably not a big deal, and I want to believe that with my whole heart, even though I know IT’S CHASE. All the necessary teams are getting onboard and there will be more tests and more days spent in the hospital. So it’s probably nothing. But it could be something. But we pray it’s not. Welcome to the roller coaster. The only thing we can do is buckle up and cling even more and ever more to hope in the moment by moment. ❤️

Chase Away Cancer Facebook page, January 11, 2019

It’s cancer. And the total mind-twisting news is that it’s actually a good cancer. (Yes, the term “good cancer” exists.) But it’s still another cancer and it’s somehow inconceivable to me that in nine short years, this sweet boy is facing a second battle. In this wind-knocked-out-of-us moment, there is so much to weigh us down and break us, but there is so much to be thankful for – so much blessing too. So, we choose thankfulness…and throw ourselves into the cancerous moment by moment again.

Chase Away Cancer Facebook page, January 29, 2019

It feels like I wrote these words seconds ago. I remember the pit in my stomach and the way it felt hard to breath. But it was a year ago now, and as I reflect on this crazy year of a second cancer, as we approach the second first anniversary of a diagnosis, there are three things that stay close to my heart, and so in honor of the struggle, I share them with you now. I hope you see yourself, see encouragement, and see hope in these words, for we are all in a fight of one kind or another:

  • At no point does pain reach a saturation point. In our experiences this last year, there has never been a moment when we thought, nor have we met anyone else who thought or said: “Oh, I have already experienced several years of pain and suffering, so it does not phase me as it once did. It is easier now.” Every pain is new like water on a parched ground, soaking deep and fast, and sometimes things hurt worse simply for the misplaced conviction that they should not hurt at all.
  • There is no modifier in a cancer journey. It isn’t “just” thyroid cancer, “just” stage one. There isn’t an “easy” cancer. Some are more complicated than others, some come with a higher mortality rate than others, but there is no easy cancer. Each comes with its complications, both physical and emotional. And in a disease where there is no justice, there can be no “just”. This is the broken world manifest in our broken bodies.
  • Make every moment count. I sign off every piece with the phrase ‘moment by moment’ and it stems from the edge-of-the-knife times when everything changes and the ground shifts beneath you. If I could take one thing from those first seconds of knowing, when the heart beats hard and everything in you falls and screams, it would be this: make the time count. Sometimes, I forget and am lulled, yet, how I long to keep it close even when my heart beats slow and all is well. Only the necessary. Only as needed. Always with grace. …moment by moment.

Because of the Lord’s great love we are not consumed, for his compassions never fail. They are new every morning; great is your faithfulness.

Lamentations 3:22-23
Friday, February 22, 2019 ~ one day after surgery

**On this past Tuesday evening, January 14th, Chase had another seizure, his first in six months. It was under five minutes long and he came out of it well and quickly, but he will be facing additional tests and labs, including another overnight stay in the hospital – all in the next month.**

Keep Running…

He contemplates a word he will never understand
He contemplates a word he will never understand

Sunday, 31 July, 2016

Just before the sun rose on this day four long and quick years ago, the last unknown action of a growing brain tumor was finally known as my boy seized in the wooden crib of his baby years under the waning moon.

We should not have had even six months, and yet somehow, we’ve had four years.

They have been long and full of shadows and anger, but also precious with more joys than we deserve.

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And as the shadows lengthen into longer life than we’d ever have dreamed, and we persist in this atypical life and it’s challenges, the words of Matt Papa have been close to my heart.

Lord I’m tired…

So tired from traveling

This straight and narrow is so much harder than I thought.

And on this path I’ve met both doubt and pain and I’ve heard their voices say ‘Yeah, you’ve given all you got.’

But there’s a cloud of witnesses – the ones who’ve run this race – and even louder than my fears, they’re crying: ‘Warrior, lift your face!

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And keep running, keep running, don’t lose heart, and don’t you give up now.

Don’t turn around.

You’ve got to find a way somehow to keep reaching; keep fighting.

The pain cannot compare to the reward that will be yours; that waits in store for those who just keep running.’

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Don’t turn aside…

No compromise…

Just lift your eyes to the glory that’s coming.

If you’re like me, you feel like you can’t go on, you’ll never see the dawn and you’re just about to break.

But don’t stop now.

Know that every sacrifice will all be worth the price when you finally see His face…

Just keep running…

Moment by moment.

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In The Shadow Of Joy

I’ve come to this writing place so many times in the early hours of morning light. I’ve come here to sit and think through brain surgeries and other surgeries. Through diagnosis and heartache. Through wrestling with God and seeing his love in unexpected and beautiful ways. Through exhaustion and answerless seasons. …and if you’ve been following along for any length of time, you know I could keep going with this list.

But now, in this dawn, I wake up, not with an impending sense of dread, but with great anticipation. And it seems surreal to me to consider that I look out, not over the lake as I have so many times before, but out over my own backyard and the very window where I stood and heard that we were looking at a potential relapse back in the day…where I stood when I heard my mom was sick. In some ways, this view has become my baptism by fire – it’s my cancer window, and yet I love it.

This morning as the calendar quietly speaks May over us, next to my well-worn, well-loved old coffee mug is a piece of already well-worn art. Its 289 pages hold my blood and that of my baby, and its outside is already covered in the smudges of tiny fingers. And if you look closely, there are even some lip marks where a bald boy held it close, kissed it soundly, and whispered over it with awe: “It’s my book! It’s about me!”

Oh dear ones, once again in the dawn, I have no idea what comes next. We’re standing on the edge of something and I believe it’s for our good. Once again, I’m without answers in the wait to see. But as always, of this I am sure: There is Light in the darkness.

And as always, even though we have know idea what’s ahead, we know how it will unfold.

With all my love and gratitude, joyously waiting with GREAT HOPE… Moment by moment.

Taste and see that the Lord is good. Psalm 34:8

 

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