From our family to yours, wishing you good fun, great memories, love and grace always.
Justin continues to battle foot pain and fatigue, but his little white blood cells are still normal and he’s doing remarkably well in school.
For this, we are incredibly grateful.
We have put our house up for sale for various reasons. Keeping it clean and picked up for showings with three boys and an idiotic, seventy-five pound golden retriever is not for the faint of heart, let me tell you.
Just when I start to think people are generally full of judgement, unforgiving and unable to see outside of their own head, God shows me something a little bit beautiful. I say a little bit even though it was actually a very beautiful thing, because of the background setting. It happened in a supermarket and I hate these places, however necessary they are to my life. It’s always over-crowded, too bright, very cold and smells really weird in this one spot right by the lettuce.
This super cute, little, old guy wearing a hat that read “I am a World War II Veteran” rolled up into line behind me. I sent him what was, in my opinion, an adorable smile but the guy behind him did one better. Shook his hand and thanked him.
The guy behind him took one minute out of his life to SEE someone besides himself and his own problems. And he responded. AND he happen to be wearing GREAT shoes. The things you notice.
I hope you will SEE someone today. They just may need you. Grace be with you, my friends.
Kids have NEEDS. Homework, school projects, school events, activities, sports, concerts, plays, clothes and shoes that actually fit, hair cuts, soap, toothpaste, doctor’s appointments, medication, practice this, practice that and on and on and on.
Kids talk a LOT. Mom, what is fiber? Mom, this kid at school looked at me. Mom, when is Christmas? Mom, I need help. Mom, that’s not fair. Mom, are you coming to my game? Mom, I need new cleats. Mom, why does your hair look weird? Mom, can I watch TV? Mom, why did he get to sit in the front 3 times this week? Mom, what was the Cold War? Mom, I need a poster board. Mom, where does your poop go when you flush the toilet? Mom, look at this picture I drew and LET ME TELL YOU EVERY SINGLE DETAIL ABOUT IT.
My point is life with kids never, ever stops and that doesn’t even touch your job if you have one, taking care of the house, taking care of YOURSELF.
Me? I run around all day like a headless chicken, putting our fires, solving problems, answering questions. Then I go take a shower and realize I forgot to buy shampoo. Because you are always irreparably OUT of something!
I begin to feel like it’s very possible I am one empty toilet paper roll away from a nervous breakdown.
And, then, God in His grace, gently reminds me of His goodness and design and that every little detail is there for a reason. The stress begins to melt and is replaced with a grateful heart. Because really and truly, I am thankful I get to be a mom to my three amazing boys and all the million little challenges that come along with them. Grace be with you, moms and friends.
Today, as I sat in traffic on my way to work, Wawa beverage in hand, after dropping my kids off at school, I thought, “oh, this is how normal people live.”
Justin’s physical exam and CBC showed that he is still in remission and doing well! He is also super happy that he can get a finger stick now as opposed to a full needle stab.
I recently happened to catch my boys in a rare moment of getting along while at our orthodontist. I’m not sure why the waiting room is decorated like Aunt Mabel’s parlor, but, whatever, Nicky and Michael’s teeth look better than the mess they had going on before.
As always, we are ever grateful for God’s unparalleled love, provision and healing. Grace be with you, my friends.
You would think now that I’m no longer juggling Justin’s full-time care and education with work, house, pets, two other children, etc., etc., I would have my act together.
I still roll into the school parking lot at the last minute with wet hair, chugging diet coke and yelling sentiments and/or last minute instructions out the car window. “Have a great day! I love you! Did you remember deodorant? Read test questions BEFORE you answer them. Make good choices.”
And you know what? I’m good with that. One of many things I’ve learned throughout my son’s journey with cancer is that I don’t have to try so hard to be a perfect mom, the best mom or even a mostly-together mom.
Because being the best is just so much dang work, pressure, strife. I could go on and on with unappealing descriptions. And let’s be honest. You can spend all that time trying to be perfect and impressive, and, at the end of the day, no one REALLY cares. Everyone is too busy with their own lives and problems.
So I will just be honestly-flawed-me and I am good with that as long as my kids know they are loved. And they do. Pretty sure anyway.
Grace be with you, parents and friends.
Just wanted to share that Justin continues to survive and thrive. His teacher reports that he is not only doing well in fourth grade but excelling! He is also having a blast playing flag football. Pictured below is a note Justin wrote to Jeff and I for Back to School night as well as a football action shot.
Justin will visit the clinic this week for a physical exam and CBC. Thank you for continued support and prayer. And a very special thank you to Justin’s teacher, Mrs. Kim Bradway, for her tenderness and understanding as he transitions back to traditional school after three and a half years of chemotherapy, chronic illness and muddling through homeschool.
We are thrilled and so very grateful for his progress.
Every good and perfect gift is from above, coming down from the Father of the heavenly lights, who does not change like shifting shadows. James 1:17
After three and a half years of stifling gasps, gulping down sobs and gagging on snot, I can breathe normally again.
Justin has completed a week and a half of fourth grade, in a classroom, in a building, in a school.
This did not happen without struggle. There were many conversations, tears, battles, fear. His fear about being away from me for seven hours a day.
This was a trial all summer. The impending doom. To Justin, it was. To me, it was freedom.
So it was a combination of desperate prayer, realistic discussions, tough love, and unadulterated bribery that got him in the school doors and out of the nurse’s office trying to call me to pick him up. Okay, that happened twice but I remained firm.
And he isn’t just showing up for school, bawling in the corner all day. He is thriving!
Justin’s teacher reports great listening skills, a desire to please, excellent reading capabilities, even sharing his book with another student and saying encouraging words to another boy who was having a case of first week jitters.
Now that ain’t me. Come on people. I can’t take a sick-crippled-wild-animal-child who screamed at doctors, spit out medication, lost ability to walk, pulled tubes from his throat, kicked me in the face, refused to speak, ripped apart his brother’s bedroom, tore up school papers and couldn’t be away from me for more than five minutes without having a full-blown panic attack. Then turn him into a walking, talking, reading, writing, smiling, caring, compassionate, funny, healthy little boy who just wants to go to school, play flag football and eat cheeseburgers.
I was there for all of it, yes. But God did that. God did all of that.
We won’t be without bumps in the road of course. But I am convinced that Justin has come back to us for good. And he is a beautiful beautiful beautiful beautiful boy.
I have been Justin’s mom, nurse, teacher, therapist for almost four years.
Driving him to school today felt much like the many times I walked him into surgery. There was no room for fear or nerves in my conscious because my heart was busy absorbing all of his. It is empathy at it’s highest level.
I am nine years old walking into school for the first time and all I know is the person who fixes everything isn’t with me. I know God is with me because my mom said so but I can’t see Him.
I feel his fear.
Just as in surgery, I know he is in very good hands. But those hands are not mine.
These are the days my faith is put to the test.
O Lord, you have searched me and known me!
You know when I sit down and when I rise up; you discern my thoughts from afar.
You search out my path and my lying down
and are acquainted with all my ways.
Even before a word is on my tongue,
behold, O Lord, you know it altogether.
You hem me in, behind and before,
and lay your hand upon me. Psalm 139:1-5
We celebrated with family and friends over this past weekend and crashed my brother’s beach house for some more fun on Justin’s birthday. We are so very grateful that he is here with us. He is doing well. And he is happy.
Come and see what God has done: he is awesome in his deeds toward the children of man. He turned the sea into dry land; they passed through the river on foot. There did we rejoice in him, who rules by his might forever…Psalm 66:5-7a
Justin is still experiencing fatigue and foot/leg issues but is slowly and steadily improving. His latest blood counts show that he is still in remission. We are so very grateful for this.
Justin is pictured below anticipating a blood draw, working out in the CHOP gym and getting in some cuddle time with mom.
We press on. Thank you for continued support and prayer.
Life can be really, really, really hard. Even though Justin is apparently getting better, I understand this. I get it on many personal levels. And I see it all around me. There is death, illness, pain, loneliness, failure, disappointment, loss, poverty, hunger, anxiety, cruelty, anger, fear, evil and on and on and on.
I mean good grief. I have to speak hope into my heart every single day or possibly spiral into despair just at reading the news.
Now that you are completely depressed, let me offer some encouragement.
I have no trite sayings, empty platitudes or unsolicited counsel to offer. All I have is hope and that is this:
For I am convinced that neither death nor life, neither angels nor demons, neither the present nor the future, nor any powers, neither height nor depth, nor anything else in all creation, will be able to separate us from the love of God that is in Christ Jesus our Lord. Romans 8:38-39