Finding Joy

Right after Geli was admitted to the hospital (mid-Sept), I was really struggling.

I was sad and angry and upset and frustrated and so many other chaotic emotions. I was sitting on my couch feeling sorry for myself and right in the middle of a fairly awesome pity party, I decided to stop. Feeling sorry for myself wasn’t helping me very much and so I thought I’d try to look for things around me that I find joy in.

Rainbow of Diaper Happiness

Right in front of me, on my ottoman, was my diaper basket. It’s where I keep my diapers, wipes, a few burp cloths and receiving blankets and sometimes some books or toys. I had just re-stocked it earlier in the day and I had created a rainbow from the diapers. The sun was shining in through my windows and….well…..it made me smile a little. So I went and got the camera and decided to take a few pictures of some things that made me feel happy.

Sleeping Baby

The baby was sleeping, and so I figured that at the very least I had a few minutes to look around and freeze those moments for myself. It’s so nice when babies sleep. Mmmmmmmmmm snuggly babies! Just the thought makes me smile.

Mostly Clean Floors

At first, it was a little bit slow to find the things that brought me joy, but once I started really looking…….I realized that my floors were swept and mopped and man, did they ever look good. I never used to clean my floors all that often and now I have to and while I don’t enjoy cleaning them…..I sure do enjoy them cleaned.

Perfectly Moist Banana Bread

As I wandered into the kitchen, I saw the vegan Banana Bread Muffins that I had made earlier that day…….and they were DELICIOUS! Another smile!

Birthday Color

On the corner of the counter were the supplies from the Birthday party that we’d just had for Xani and the bright cheery colors made me smile again.

All of this smiling was pretty amazing, as I’d spent most of the two previous days crying and feeling quite sorry for myself.

Folded Laundry

As I walked into the dining room, I saw a laundry basket FULL and OVERFLOWING with neat rows of folded laundry. I love the orderliness of perfectly folded stacks of laundry. If they are all sorted by person or room…..even better. (Those are little boy underwear and not Jon’s, just in case y’all were wondering!)

Sweet Boy

Jeremy had come home from school that day because he said he was not feeling well. He really wasn’t acting or looking too terribly sick, but he did look so cuddly and sweet all snuggled into the couch with his jammies on. I sure love that sweet boy of mine.

Blue Skies Smiling at Me

I looked outside my window and the sky was so blue….this picture doesn’t even represent just how glorious the sky looked that day.

Stages

As I stood out on my deck to take the picture of the sky, I looked down onto the patio and saw my poor neglected hanging basket. In the chaos of this summer…..well……well, it mostly died. So we had taken it down from the front door area and moved it to the patio before we threw it away. With the rain we had recently had, some of the flowers that were apparently only MOSTLY dead had managed to come back to life. I loved that in the one plant, there were the 3 stages of life. There was the young new growth, the blooming flower and the dried out dead pieces.

My Gorgeous Backyard

We have the most amazing backyard. It’s HUGE and the kids LOVE to play back there. As much as I’d love to be in our own house and not in a townhouse….there are some amazing advantages to living here right now; and this is one of those many advantages.

After I took all these pictures, the kids came home from school and we had a great afternoon and evening. I need to remember, more often, to STOP and to LOOK for the things around me that bring me joy instead of focusing on all the crap in my life. Seeing all the things that I have right around me that are beautiful and wonderful and focusing on the happy things, really makes a HUGE difference.

Some Catching Up

I’ve got a bunch of pictures that I want to put up here and some stories that got lost in the chaos of the two weeks in the hospital and the subsequent 1 terrible, horrible, no good week that I’ve not blogged about yet….so I’m gonna try to catch up and update all at the same time.  It’ll either be brilliant or a massive verbal diarrhea – We’ll see, eh?

I’ve received a few requests for our address and also a few offers to help out and while I am so appreciative and thankful – this “humbly accepting help” and not just “telling everyone that it’s no big deal, that you can do it all on your own“……this is difficult.  I’ve wanted to respond and say “No, really, we’re fine.  We’re totally okay. We can do this.  Don’t worry about it.”  and yet, it’s not true and so I swallow and breathe and say “thank you” and it feels so wrong and yet I need the help so badly.  What a totally messed up head trip this all is.  Man!

I also wanted to mention that I in no way am belittling the help that we have already received in meals, and gifts and finances and help, especially from our family who have helped so much.  Everyone who has given has made a huge impact and again…..I’m so SO Thankful.  We would not have made it this far without each and everyone of you.

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Lets go back…..Way back, before all the crazy hospital time.  Actually, “the crazy” started way before this, but we’re just gonna go back to the day before my birthday….well, there’s a little lead up and then we’re going back to the 17th of September.

Geli had been feeling “off” for quite a while.  It’s been about 9-10 weeks now, but she had been on oral antibiotics for about 6 weeks to try to combat some infection as a result of some ingrown toe nails.  In the 2 weeks before she was hospitalized, she’d been doing REALLY poorly.  The nausea and vomiting was horrid and she was on 3 different anti-nausea meds and was still barfing.  She was not eating a lot and right before they admitted her, she had pretty much stopped eating because she’d been feeling sick and or barfing for over a month and she couldn’t handle the thought of barfing anymore.  Not eating made her feel worse but the fear of barfing was overwhelming her.

We were trying with everything in our power to convince her to eat, mouthful, by mouthful and at the same time we were attempting to get her to drink the recommended 2Litres of water per day.  Trying to gauge how much she was drinking versus how much she was throwing up versus how much she might have actually kept down while at the same time “encouraging” her to drink while she was fighting putting anything inside of her……this whole scenario felt like it was slowly destroying both her and me.

All this time, Xani kept asking about having a birthday party to celebrate her birthday.  Her actual birthday is June 30th.  That would be 14 days from Geli’s diagnosis, and 4 days from Judah’s birth. It was such an insane time.  We had vaguely tried to throw something together over the summer but it didn’t happen and we didn’t try so hard to “force” it to happen.  I just promised her that we’d do something after school started in the fall and we thought that the weekend of the 17, 18, 19 would be good for Geli and her counts too. HA!

As the date got closer, Xani kept asking about it and I very wearily attempted to put something together that would be fun and easy and be a special celebration of her 12th Birthday with her friends.

Angelica helped me to decorate the house on that day and the distraction of it all was good for her. 

We made her a hat just for fun and also made flag streamers.  I dunno if we even got any pictures of the streamers?

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Here they are….you can see them peeking out of the top of the photo…..as I’m going through these pictures and talking about this event…it honestly feels like it was a life time ago and not just under a month ago.  My life has some bizarre “time warp thingy” going on right now.  Everything feels like it happened a million life times ago or like it was yesterday and there is no rhyme or reason to it.

She had asked about having an ice cream cake from Dairy Queen.  We typically don’t eat dairy and ice cream would definitely fall under the “dairy” category.  In the past, I’ve baked a cake that Siah (with a dairy and egg allergy) could eat or else I’ve just bought a cake and gotten something else similar that Siah could eat.  The reason why the rest of us don’t eat dairy, is not because we are allergic to it, but the rest of us have sensitivities to it and it makes us feel pretty nasty if we eat it.

In the middle of all that was happening, I had the bright or maybe insane idea to “make” an ice cream cake.

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I ran out to the store and bought  3 tubs of soy ice cream – one chocolate, one vanilla, and one strawberry – and a bag of Oreo cookies.

I opened up all the cookies and scraped out the insides and then crushed the cookies into crumble.  I let the ice cream soften and then started building.

I put a layer of Chocolate into a pan, and then smooshed the cookie crumble in on top of it.  I, then, added a layer of the strawberry and then the layer of vanilla.  I sprinkled the remainder of the cookie crumble on top  of the cake and added gum balls all around the edges.

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It looked fabulous and tasted great and the best part……..it didn’t make anyone feel icky because of the dairy.

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Xandra had a great party and enjoyed herself.  I was just so glad when it was all over.  How sad is that?

Laying Aside The Pride…….

This is a difficult post for me to write.

I need help.

I hate asking for help. I hate needing help. I’ve taken great pride in being able to take care of my family on my own and now……..now I am coming humbly and asking for help.

Up until now, I’ve been trying to “do” everything and honestly, we are not doing well. I am not doing well. I feel completely overwhelmed and like I am at my breaking point. I, personally, have had one too many melt downs just recently and I need to be a bit stronger to deal with the demands on my time and energy for the long haul. I’d like to say that were it not for all this cancer crap, that I’d be doing okay but…..we are dealing with cancer and 5 kids and all the craziness and chaos that surrounds us.

I’ll do a more detailed update on how we (individually) are all doing soon, but honestly, it’s not pretty. It’s pretty rough over here and we have a long road ahead of us.

There are about 32 weeks of Intensive Chemotherapy Treatment left for Angelica before she starts the maintenance stage. This (the maintenance stage) is when our Doctor has talked about things getting back to more of a normal stage of life. Until then, not counting any time for delays, we are looking at more than 6 months of treatment. That’s a long time!

Right now, we feel like we are barely hanging on and while we’ve had offers of help in the past, we just didn’t know what to do with the help. And…..I thought I’d be able to deal with everything.

And so, to anyone who has offered or is interested, I’m asking for help!

There are so many ways that someone could help. It doesn’t have to be a huge commitment. It could be a one time commitment, or weekly or even monthly. It could be 15 minutes or longer and there are many different ways that you could help. From cleaning, to meals, to helping with the kids, to sending a card or e-mail – anything that helps to lift some of the burden from us would be amazing.

The strain of dealing with the Chemotherapy Treatment is SO MUCH GREATER than just some physical discomfort for Angelica. Walking your child through the Treatment is a full time job. There are the physical issues that come as a result of the treatment like nausea, vomiting, mouth sores, weight loss, lack of appetite, muscle loss due to inactivity as a result of the physical devastation of the chemo drugs, insomnia, fatigue and pain. There is the mental anguish and fear from everything going on and not understanding 100%, to the fear of the unknown and the future. There is the schedule of treatment. It’s a brutal wicked schedule and the treatment center is an hour away from us, more if there is traffic. It is a huge thing to deal with.

Add in 4 other children each with their own specific needs and add on top of that the fear and confusion of having a sister dealing with cancer and a mom and dad who are distracted and overwhelmed and not available in the way that they have been.

Add in 2 jobs, neither of which are being done well. Add in the extra house work and meals and school work, oh and the stress of not having any time to invest in each other or the kids, individually, throw in finances and you have an unbelievable recipe for disaster. This is not even the whole picture……

I’m not trying to whine and complain. Realistically, this is just where we are at.

We are so grateful and thankful for every thing, big and small that we’ve been blessed with. We have been so SO blessed by so many.

If you have offered to help or are interested in helping, we are at the place where we are willing to accept it and we hope that we have an easy way to explain what we need.

We are not expecting anything and right now, we have nothing more than our gratefulness and thankfulness to offer in return.

But…….if you are interested in helping, please click here and see the sheet that we’ve created with some of the details.

So Far, So Good, So Thank You

Today is Day 16 of the most recent trip to the hospital. Angelica has done the first dose of the current phase of treatment and has not shown any side effects. THAT IS AMAZING!!! Even while taking high dose chemo, she is continuing to improve in eating and feeling better. Her feeding tube will likely come out this week and she has not shown any sign of getting mouth sores.

With this phase of chemo she received a large dose of one of the meds through her IV, then waited for a little bit, and then she got what amounts to an antidote and the medication was flushed from her system. This usually takes two to four days and we did it in two…

Which makes today the last day of our stay!!! YAY!!!

We had asked everyone to pray for Angelica, that she would not get side effects, specifically mouth sores and she didn’t. We asked for prayer that we would get back together as a family as soon as possible and by being cleared today, that is exactly what is happening.

Thank you all for your prayers. You are an amazing group of people that are supporting us through this.

Jon

UP… next

WELL… We’ve been in the hospital for 12 days now and most of those were spent getting Angelica healthy again (read here).  Her next round of chemo was to start when her blood counts were up to the right level and we were aiming for Tuesday. It seems that she was starting to feel better just in time, and would go straight into the next round without any days of actually feeling ok.

BUT… they were overbooked for the procedure room where they have to do the bone marrow biopsy before the next round starts so after a brief consultation in the morning they decided to wait one more day and start today.  I called Patti and then called the kids school and got Jeremy and Xandra out.  Patti picked them up and brought the other two boys in to see us and we actually got one day to see each other.  ALL SEVEN OF US TOGETHER FOR ONE DAY!!!  The weather was great and we went to Red Robin, Granville Island and Safeway (Gelica needed some snacky foods). It wasn’t enough time to make up for all the time we’ve spent apart, but it was great and totally unexpected.

THEN… As Angelica had not started her chemo yet she could go to the oncology teen group.  (they go out every four to six weeks and do some cool activity.)  They were going glow-in-the-dark bowling and having pizza.  Geli didn’t know if she could do the pizza so she brought her own soup and snacks and went and had a great time.  It was so great for her to have  a day to take her mind off of the hospital and enjoy herself before the next round.

FINALLY… today came and we started the next round. We got a bone marrow biopsy, a lumbar puncture with a small dose of chemo in her spinal fluid, six hours of pre-hydration and then a huge yellow bag (actually 1 small bag and two huge bags) of chemo that run for 24 hours.  Once this is in her, she will get another bag of liquid to stop the chemo from going to far and then a flush that should take most of the active chemo out of her system, and this takes another 2 – 3 days.  Best case scenario we go home Sunday.

PLEASE… Pray that Angelica does not develop mouth sores (known as mucositis), the most common side-effect of this drug.  Please pray that she flushes the drug quickly.  Please pray that she has great peace and confidence that things will go well for her.  Pray that Patti has peace at home, and that we would all be together as a family again really soon.

FROM… Jon

on the lighter side

After a brutal few days few weeks, Angelica got up today and had a bit of a rough start, but we’ve started some probiotics and we’re heading in the right direction. Geli had a shower this morning (which we are all really thankfull for 😉 ), and then we grabbed her homework and headed down to the hospital ward kitchen. After a few minutes fussing with my computer to put some music on, I told Angelica to put on some music on her iPod.

So DJ Gelica is busting the tunes, buting through her homework and….

Singing… Like really loud. Like embarassingly loud. Except having a girl that was curled up in a ball and crying her eyes out on Sunday, now singing along to Big & Rich’s “Somebody’s got to be unafraid to lead the freak parade” and Francesca Battistelli’s “Free to be me”, well kind of makes me REALLY REALLY REALLY FREAKING HAPPY!!!

So I’m thinking happy thoughts… and I thought I would share with you some of the funner things.

1) Geli is on a feeding tube and getting her nutrition through there for right now. She’s tasting things here and there as she gets her strength and health back, but not eating meals just yet…. But nobody told the kitchen. So as of right now, I am getting trays of food for each meal. Geli gets to select her dishes from a small selection for each meal and she is ordering for my tastes. Good times!

2) The tube seems to be a topic of conversation. The doc was in yesterday saying that some teens do some realy wierd stuff with their feeding tubes and shared a few storied. (I’ll spare you the gross details), but Geli is working on a plan to swallow a Mento and then pump diet coke into her stomach at high speed. (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hKoB0MHVBvM). Good times!!

3) One of the social worker type people here popped in to our room the other day and Angelica was colouring. The lady (Her name is Pam) asked about her art and so Geli showed her a few pages. Pam got all excited and mumbled something about a calendar. Then about an hour late a dude named Dan came up to our room and explained that he was here to collec the art for the calendar. Seems that the “Balding For Dollars” folks put out a yearly calendar to raise funds and 12 pieces of art are chosen and the kids that submit them get a pic and a bio by there piece. Looks like Gelica will have another piece of art published. Good times!!!

Jon

Angelica Update – Sept 22nd.

(Beware: This turned into a long post.)

We’ve been in hospital for a five nights so far. We were admitted on September 18th in the afternoon as Angelica’s nausea had taken a turn for the worse and her temperature seemed to be climbing and her toes looked really infected and she looked off enough that we thought she should get checked out.

While we waited for test results to come back in, her temp continued to rise and before long, we passed the threshold where they have to admit her. As much as this is not a good way to hang out as a family, her nausea had been off and on and more on than off for six weeks. It has taken its toll on Angelica not just physically, but emotionally as well. She has been seeming a lot more “down” emotionally and as she was feeling worse, her emotions were dropping even faster.

The good folks here at BC Children’s seem to really care about that, and our oncologist said that he didn’t want to send her home till she was actually feeling really good. The first course of action was to give her every anti-nausea medicine (or anti-emetic) known to man (well there are probably a few odd meds that exist elsewhere in the world). AND… this didn’t do much to help her feel better. She was still gagging at the mention of food and that led us to the possibility that the nausea was “conditioned”.

There are three types of nausea in cancer treatment. Immediate nausea is where you take a medication and it makes you throw up. Delayed nausea is where you take a medication and the effects of the drug on your body bring you to a place of eventually feeling sick and it can be a week to 10 days later. Conditioned nausea is where your brain attaches various mental triggers to nausea and you gag at the mention of (whateveritis).

As she was having a temperature, we had the usual blood cultures to see if she had an infection.

Angelica was able to sleep through the night, and even sit and watch tv for a length of time with no problems, but if we asked do you want (insert name of food or drink) and she would immediately gag and sometimes throw up. She did not eat anything (or at least keep anything down) for Saturday, Sunday or Monday. She is on an IV solution that has dextrose in it, but that is not the required nutrition that she needs and having her body empty of fuel only added to the feelings of despair.

Basically she needed to eat to feel better, but the thought of swallowing made her gag and throw up. On top of that, she didn’t have the emotional energy to make herself eat. The entire thing just became an avalanche that was just piling on top of her.

As the blood tests were coming back negative for infection, and because of the abdominal pain they took a stool sample to see if there was an infection in the digestive tract.

At a meeting with the doc on Monday afternoon, she said that she wanted a feeding tube. When she presented her opinion on wanting to try it, it was the first active role she had taken in her own health care in weeks. This alone was an encouraging sign. My opinion was either that she would hate it and it would provide the added incentive to make herself eat or that it would give her nutrition that would make her feel better and lift her spirits. Either way it was worth a try.

Patti and I switched on Monday night (she came in and I went home). Patti spent all of Monday night and all of Tuesday and all of Tuesday night, helping Angelica and carrying her emotionally (while also caring for a two month old). The tube went in on Tuesday, but they started with a milk based formula, and if you’ve followed this blog for a while, you would know we don’t do milk and Geli complained right away about a gut ache from the milk.

As the stool samples wern’t coming back with anything, but Patti saw that Geli was peeing a lot, Patti asked for a urine culture to look for a urinary infection…. which came back positive for yeast. (Yeast grows rapidly in the body when there has been antibiotics used, as the antibiotics kill of the normal human digestive bacteria, which leaves nothing to halt the growth of the yeast. Yeast in turn eats at stomach linings, digestive tracts, and messes up all kinds of normal body function.)

We had to wait an entire day for them to get the dietitian here and to get the non-dairy formula ordered and delivered. After 2 nights, Patti was ready for some sleep (Gelica was up almost all of Tuesday night having panic attacks and feeling abdominal pain and crying).

Patti and I switched back on Wednesday and we started the feeding tube with the right formula. The change wasn’t dramatic, but throughout Wednesday she started acting and feeling better. Patti and I, now confident that we should have asked a little harder about getting her on a pro-biotic earlier felt that we should now push the issue, and so we called for a meeting with our Oncologist to talk about some dietary supplements that would help heal her gut.

“Leaky Gut Syndrome” is where yeast or chemicals or other disturbances in the intestinal tract create slightly larger holes in the intestines. The intestines are designed to “uptake” minerals, nutrients, amino acids, and the like as they are digested and broken down. When the holes in the cell walls are too big, they can uptake chunks that are too large or not broken down enough and that causes an auto-immune response. Symptoms can be low grade fever, abdominal pain, nausea, and a lack of nutrition in the body, even when a healthy diet is being consumed. (basically that describes Geli)

Our medical team is amazing!!! They are very smart and have done a great job and are also very open to anything that we might add as long as it is not a known antidote to chemo. We asked about putting her on a pro-biotic, a dietary enzyme, zinc and a children’s multivitamin. There was a brief discussion about the pro-biotic because introducing bacteria when your immune system is suppressed can be problematic, but it was agreed that it was worth it.

So today (Thursday) she has been on the NG tube with the right formula for over a day, had an amazing sleep last night, has been up laughing and enjoying herself, has been able to eat a popsicle (baby steps), and most of all, her spirits are up. She is acting more like the girl that is determined to fight this. She’s not all there yet, but well on her way.

She starts her next round of chemo on the 28th (its delayed a week) and they are probably just going to keep her here till that is done to make sure that she is feeling a lot better. They agree that 6 weeks of nausea is enough and see as committed to getting her feeling better and feeling happier.

We still need:
– her toes to completely heal and for there to be no infection spread from those
– her emotions and her spirit to continue to be lifted
– her not to get an infection or illness while her counts are low
– for her digestive tract to completely heal so that the pain and nausea goes for good

Thanks to all, Jon.

Encouragement

I’ve got this hanging on my wall right now.

Encouragement

It’s in full view on the wall right in between my kitchen and my living/dining room.

And I must look at it a million times a day…..OK, maybe not that many, but I look at it a lot.

This was given to me about a week ago by a woman that Jon went to school with. They managed to meet up at Children’s Hospital last week and she gave him a present. She had read a couple of posts of mine…one that talked about “Keeping Calm” and another that talked about “Carrying On” and then she thought of this wall hanging and had to get it for me.

I LOVE it.

It speaks so much more to me than just a gift or just a great phrase. It encourages me immensely. Shannon and her sons and their whole family have their own journey that they are walking and it’s not an easy one and in the middle of her own battle she reached out to love and encourage us. I look at this sitting on my wall and at times when I feel alone – it speaks to me that there are so many out there loving, praying, and standing with us cheering us on.

Thank you, Shannon. Thank you for reaching out and encouraging me. Thanks for your support and your love. Thank you!

Highlighting the Highlights

So I turned 35 a few days ago and while it wasn’t the best birthday that I’ve had, I suppose that it could have been worse. As it turns out……it is what it is and there is nothing that I can do to change or to alter it and so here are the highlights of it all….

This is a picture of me bright and early on my 35th birthday. This is the “raw” me. No make up, no hair (ha) and wearing a pretty bland, white tank and jeans.

As much as this is not my FAVORITE picture of me….I suppose that it could be a lot worse and I’m not entirely disappointed in how 35 looks on me. Eh?

Early Morning 35

Here is the Birthday Banana that the girls made for me. Very creative if you ask me……

Birthday Banana

Then there was the crazy, no good, horrible, terrible day that happened. In the evening, my momma came over and took the kids and I down to Derby Reach. We picked up some sushi and ate at a picnic table as the evening turned to night. It was a break from the craziness of the day and a treat. Jon and I used to go for a weekly sushi date before Angelica was diagnosed and we haven’t gone since. Thank, Momma! I love you. You have and continue to be such a help and encouragement to me.

Momma took Siah for a sleepover on Saturday night and after we woke up on Sunday morning we went for breakfast at Ricky’s Restaurant. This is another favorite thing of mine to do. I love breakfast…..any time of the day. Eggs and Hashbrowns and bacon or sausage………MMMMMMmmmmm! Debbie, Denver and Jack joined us. In all the insanity of this whole crazy journey, it’s nice to do something ordinary.

The kids and I came home and spent the rest of Sunday as just a quiet at home day. I figured that if I was going to get all the kids down to bed on my own that I’d need to start early. We had a few too many leftover’s in the fridge and so rather than spending time cooking, I re-heated and everyone got to choose a little bit of this and a little bit of that. My mom came over just as things were warming and she stayed for dinner. I was able to get the dishes cleaned and the kids in jammies while she held Judah. So SO nice.

Just as I was shooshing the kids upstairs to read before I turned out their lights, my sister Debbie came rushing into my house carrying a cake stand…….with a cake. SURPRISE!

They sang happy birthday to me….

Singing Happy Birthday

Even Judah joined in with a few squeeks and squawks…..

Nana & Judah

And we even managed to get Jon in on the action through Skype. (Geli was sleeping thanks to some meds.)

Virtual Attendance

After my post mentioned emotional eating, I’ve made a few changes for myself, my health and my diet; and the cake Debbie brought over was sooooo appreciated.

Birthday Cake

Isn’t that amazing? It’s watermelon on the bottom two layers, and a layer of canteloupe and a layer of pineapple. With thin layers of strawberries and banana’s in between. The sauce is a soy yogurt blended with strawberries, and those are grapes for fancy candles…..

Debbie is amazing.

It was even more delicious than it looks and was a great way to end off the day after my 35th birthday.

What was even better, was that I managed to get all the kids asleep early and was in bed, myself, by 8:30pm. Sleep is an amazing thing.

So, it wasn’t all bad……more like difficult or tough or just not what I was expecting or had hoped for.

But, we carry on.

Brought to You by the Letter B

So, today is my birthday.

I’m 35 years old today. Half way to 70 and really….it doesn’t mean a thing to me. I’m not upset about being old or feeling old or feeling young or anything. Age is pretty much a non-factor to me.

Bitter….

This morning, Xandra and Becca and Brianna brought me coffee in bed. They made six cups of coffee and used 6 scoops of grounds. Needless to say, the coffee was wicked bitter but had some serious kick to it. I was brutally tired, but am quite awake right now.

Breakfast….

Shortly after the coffee arrived, breakfast was brought up. A huge bowl of fruit all sliced up and ready to go. Then they brought a menu up with options for a nice breakfast downstairs…….so so sweet.

Boys……

Just before we headed down stairs for the girls breakfast, I had all of my boys in bed with me. Jon, Jeremy, Josiah and Judah….One day if my girls leave home, I may end up in a house full of men/boys…..I love my boys.

Bananas….

I came downstairs. Sat down at the fancy breakfast table and the girls brought me a banana with 4 candles in it. It was cute and weird and wonderful.

Barfing…

And then Geli woke up and started barfing……

Bawling….

And then she started crying because she is in pain and barfing and doesn’t want to deal with all of this.

Brutal…..

and I’m right there with her…..

This is not how I expected to celebrate (I use the word very, VERY loosely) my birthday. I’m crying too. If I could have one thing for my birthday it would be to have her feel amazing.

And yet, it doesn’t seem to be happening. We don’t know why she’s barfing. Well, we know it has to do with the chemo and other meds that she’s on, but we can’t figure out why the meds she’s on are not helping to keep it under control. I hate seeing her like this. I hate not being able to “fix” it for her. I hate having to push her to eat and trying to distract her from barfing. I hate that we are going through this. I hate that I’m crying. I hate……….. I hate cancer.

Today feels overwhelming…….because it is. And we have no choice…..we can’t just jump off this train, not even for just a moment. We have to carry on. And it’s hard……

And that’s all I’ve got.