Fighting the fight

Have you ever had that thought run through your mind of "It can't get worse than this"?

Well, I have and then immediately, as if its an omen to the future - I want to take it back. To push it out of my thoughts, my mind, my past. Because I know, it can.

When I look to my children, my husband, my family, my friends; I know it can get worse. Until you have nothing left in this world that you truly love or care about, it can always get worse. The heartache, hurt, and paralyzing fear that come along with the beauty and purity of love is so tangible that it almost feels crippling at times. But that's what makes it so special and true.

I feel like hardships and struggles often lead people, at least they lead me to reexamining my life. Reevaluating what is important and what's not. It's the people, the relationships, the journey as a whole that are important. Although it's often the mundane day to day "stuff" that we get caught up on; when it comes down to it the bigger picture is what really counts.

But, I also think that the bigger picture and the things that are out of our control are sometimes too overwhelming, which is why we allow ourselves to become entangled in the "stuff". Because we foolishly think that if we can control the "stuff", we will then have some sort of influence on the bigger picture.

I also think that coming to these realizations from time to time is essential. It brings forth a "spring cleaning" of the brain, the mind, and the soul. It's hard and it's scary, but it reminds you of all of the wonderful things in your life that you truly are thankful for and appreciate.

Right now, I'm stuck in that mode of paralyzing fear. The fear of the unknown that is all around us everyday, but at some points in life seems to be staring you right in the eye. Staring so hard that basic functioning seems to become a chore all on it's own.

I just wish and pray for answers, good answers, in the coming days and weeks.

Our original plan is working, somewhat. Nic's large chest mass is being decimated by the chemo - which is wonderful. But, the small mass in the pancreas hasn't changed. It hasn't gotten bigger - which is also really good, but it also hasn't gotten smaller; which means that it's not lymphoma. So, for now we continue the chemo to fight the lymphoma, but we start at square one with the smaller mass.

It's a kick in the stomach of sorts. You're happy on one hand because you didn't get kicked in the face, but on the other hand, it still hurts to get kicked. We were really hoping this PET scan would carry with it nothing but good news. Although there is good news and we're trying hard to focus on that, there is also the unknown - again - and that scares the hell out of us.

So, please, continue to pray. We are fortunate to have an amazing support system, both near and far. Thanks to them, know that we are doing well and we will take this in stride and continue to fight a good fight - but, we could use a few extra prayers right now.

Kids being Kids

It's so hard to find the time to sit down and write. It always seems as though I'm being pulled in a million different directions and my to-do list multiplies by the hour. Therefore, writing inevitably gets stuck way up on the high dusty shelf in the back of the closet.

But, right now Nic has taken Cole golfing - in which he's having the time of his life with his dad - and both Ella and Xander have finally fallen asleep, after my 3 mile run with the stroller attempt failed to settle them into a slumber earlier.

The house is quiet - besides the laundry turning in the dryer and the hum of this laptop, there is other noise... ahhh - my time to reflect and update everyone.

So, here's the chemo update:

Round 3 of Nic's chemotherapy was this week. It hit him pretty hard and although he hasn't been sick, he's getting more and more fatigued with each treatment. Which, we're now officially halfway done!! (can I get a whoop whoop?)

In two weeks we'll go in for another PET scan and then we will get those results at our next chemo treatment in 3 weeks. Nic seems pretty nervous about the whole thing and although I find myself going there from time to time, I am doing my best to remind him and myself that nerves won't help anything. It is what it is and whatever that may be, we'll deal with it and/or celebrate when the time comes. So, prayers again that everything is going as planned, shrinking and disappearing.

The silver lining in all of this, because I always like to find the good in things. I mean, honestly, what fun is life if you concentrate on all the hardships and struggles - so the good for me is that Nic is around. He can't fly, so he's not going on trips or deploying. Although he's still working hard and sometimes long hours, he's home on the weekends and every third week when he's getting chemo he takes a day or two off after to recover. So, although he's tired, I think the kids and I have seen more of him and spent more time as a family in the last few months that we ever have. It's nice.

It's funny though, with more time spent together, interesting things have come to my attention. Lately, it's been our different styles of parenting. It makes me thankful that he's not a stay at home dad, because talk about being a helicopter parent - O. M. G.

You would think that I just turn my kids loose in the amazon with raging rivers running next to their unbuckled car seats surrounded by raw meat to attract the predators. Ok, so it might not be that bad, but seriously.

I know that I'm a tad more lax than some parents. I'm certainly not a hover parent of any sort. But, I think it's important to expose my kids to some level of risk.

Do I want them to get hurt? Of course not, well not badly. But, I expect them to get the bumps and bruises and scrapes that come along with childhood. How else are they going to learn what they can and can't do. And how else are they going to overcome their fears and develop a healthy sense of caution?

I feel like parents, too often, are too overprotective and kids don't have the opportunity to experience a healthy dose of fear and danger. And that's where Nic and I differ - it's understandably gotten worse since the cancer diagnosis. He basically wants to limit any and all unnecessary risk to the family.

But, in a way, it's almost humorous, because my gosh they're kids and there's inherent danger in everything they do, in everything we all do for that matter. Yes, there's a lot on our plates right now and there's no need to push the limits - I can respect that. But for the record, some of the "limits" are just a tad ridiculous.

Anyhow - we will agree to disagree on a few things, and I will confess that I'm the parent at the park who's not following my 1 year old up the stairs and holding her hand as she peeks over the edges - ok, so she did loose her balance on one of the those suspension bridge things yesterday and rolled off the side, but she landed in bark, on her shoulder, and after a quick cry was just fine. No harm done.

What I'm saying is, I did that and probably worse when I was her age - because we didn't have parks - so we climbed and ran across things that weren't nearly as safe - and we survived. Somehow, we survived and in that childhood, we found ourselves, our identities, and our limits.

So, although I respect Nic's parenting and his desire to mitigate risk - I also think that it's important as a parent to step back and just let kids be kids.

On that note, here's to summer, kids being kids, half of chemo under our belts, and a husband who will someday forgive me for not being a helicopter mom!!!

Love you honey ;)

Our New Chapter

Let's just start with a disclosure that this post isn't going to be as eloquently worded as many of my others, but I've decided to go this route because I believe a typical Facebook post doesn't allow for enough room or explanation.

This blog is about life. My life and the life of my family. It is filled with the good, the bad, and the ugly. Sometimes the cards we're dealt are less than ideal, but we roll with the punches, rejoice in the good, and survive. 

This week has been about survival in our family. And I thank each and every one of you for your kind words, prayers, concern, and support. I was hoping to update everyone when we had more information, but our journey toward an explanation and answers looks as though it will be longer than we anticipated, so at this point I'm just going to update everyone and try to keep you in the loop as we move forward.

This winter has been a hard one for our family. The move across the country, living in hotels for a few months, new germs, etc... So, we've all been sick on and off and it just hasn't been fun. But now that we're settled in our new house and into a routine, we've been able to get back into the groove, so to say. And with a groove, comes balance and a chance to catch our breath and address nagging issues we've been ignoring with the chaos. 

Nic has had a persistent cough for the last few months, but like I said, with everything going on, he had chalked it up to congestion and kept chugging along. Well, on Tuesday he went in for some antibiotics and came home with a chest x-ray showing a large mass in his chest cavity and instructions to go directly to an ER. 

It was a shock to him, a shock to me, and a shock to our friend down the street when I barged in and left her with 3 kids. 

In all seriousness though, I need to take a moment and thank our Air Force Family. You have been there for Nic, the kids, and I from the first moment we arrived in New Jersey and this last week has been a rough one and you've rallied around us, helped with kids, food, hospital visits, and endless offers of support. It has truly been appreciated beyond words and I'm not sure what I would have done without you. So - THANK YOU. I only hope that I have the opportunity to return the favors one day. 

Back to ER visit number 1. Nic and I arrived pretty shaken up. It was a long day, lots of waiting and sitting. They did a CAT scan that confirmed the large mass. 15cm x 11cm x 7cm. It appears to be in the chest cavity, pressing on his aorta and trachea - which is causing the cough. He was admitted to the hospital and they did a biopsy to collect a small tissue sample on Wednesday. 

Reinforcement #1, Grandma Charla, also arrived Wednesday. So, after the biopsy, they discharged Nic, with instructions to return to the ER if any new symptoms appeared before results, which were expected by Tuesday. So, we left with Grandma, collected the kids on the way home, and hoped to at least get them back into their normal routine for stability and comfort. 

On Thursday, Xander woke up with a runny nose and not quite his normal appetite, but he seemed happy as normal, so we put Cole on the bus and walked him to school, showing Grandma the ropes so she could pick up the slack if need be. I went on a quick run, trying to clear my mind and Nic cleaned his truck, in an effort to do the same. Just about 9:30 I got a call from the school that Xander was in the nurses office "not acting like himself and a bit lethargic" - thank goodness I was still in my running clothes, because I got my sprint workout in as I ran as fast as I could to the school, knowing lethargic and Xander isn't a good combo. 

When I arrived he had just thrown up and was in the same state Nic and I had found him in last December when he had his first seizure. Limp and unresponsive. Nic walked in as he had headed over with the stroller (you must know that it is much faster to walk from our house to the school than to drive - hence why we were both on foot) - the ambulance was called and I sprinted back to the house for our emergency meds. Once I was back, he was twitchy, but crying - which is what he did last time as he was coming out of it. So, we didn't give the emergency meds, but we did take an ambulance ride back to the hospital for ER visit #2, and day #3. 

We spent the afternoon in the ER with Xander, monitoring him. Not too long after I arrived at the hospital, I received an automated call from the school, saying it was in lock down. So, I of course called Grandma, made sure Cole got off the bus, which he had and told her that I don't know what is going on, but she needed to lock the doors to be safe, just due to the proximity of the school to our house. 

As texts from neighbors started coming in, I tried to keep mom updated from the ER. There was an assault at the 7-11 and the suspects fled into our neighborhood, could be armed, everyone was to shelter in place. First of all - brilliant, fleeing onto military base housing - really??? Anyhow, Grandma, Ella, and Cole had quite a show - helicopters, dozens of police, weapons of all shapes and sizes, dogs - it was pretty crazy to say the least. The whole incident was wrapping up just as Nic and I brought Xander home from the ER. 

We couldn't help but laugh - I mean really, you can't make this kind of stuff up!

On Friday, Xander woke up with a low fever, but other than that, thankfully, besides sleeping more than normal, he's been acting pretty much like himself. So, Nic and I decided we could go to a BBQ to take our mind off things. Cole was playing with friends that are moving this week, so we decided to just let him play and grandma kept the kids for us. 

Nic's oncologist called while we were at the BBQ. The biopsy came back inconclusive. The tissue sample they had taken was dead cells - which could yield no answers, so it will be another week until we know anything for sure. That wasn't exactly what we were hoping for - we are planners and therefore are waiting for our plan of attack. The unknown is not fun to say the least. 

So, our new time frame is a PET scan on Wednesday, an apt with the surgeon on Friday for a more invasive biopsy, and a follow-up with the oncologist next Monday (June 1). 

ER visit #3 happened after the BBQ. Nic started feeling a little off and being that he is on high alert for any new symptoms, we rushed back in, only to spend the next 8 hours sitting and waiting. They did another CAT scan of his head and thankfully, found a brain and nothing else ;) 

So, at 2am on Saturday morning, we were discharged and headed home - yes, if you are keeping track that is technically 3 ER visits, and 5 days in the hospital in 5 days :( - Hence why we need the continued prayers and are so very grateful for Grandma being here. 

Reinforcements #2 and #3 are arriving this week. The kids are excited to see Grandma and Grandpa Rowe and we are hoping for some good news. So, please, continue to keep us in your prayers as we navigate this new chapter of our lives. 

I will update when I can. 

We love you all and know that we are in good spirits and determined to fight whatever this is! 

Thank you all for your love and support.  

Be the Good

I've started this blog post several times now.

Over the last few months our family has been through quite a transition. And between that and just the daily back and forth of life in general, I've repeatedly gotten distracted and been unable to put the words together.

But, even with the delays and distractions, the same message is calling to me. It's been showing itself in different ways, but over and over again I find myself wanting to model and encourage others to "Be the Good".

It seems that we're constantly bombarded by all of the horrible, senseless, and inexplicable things that are happening in this world. We're all caught up in our daily routines, stresses, and commitments. We're so attached to our technology and countless other distractions, that we forget.

We forget life is passing by. People are passing by. Many times they are people just as distracted, exhausted, and stressed as us, but that is why I think this message is so important. That is why I'm making a commitment to myself to "be the good".

I want to be the one that steps out of my way to be kind to others, Not only because it makes me feel good, but because it may just make them feel good as well. It may turn their day around and remind them that life is happening. It's happening every day and if we keep looking ahead and planning ahead, we're going to miss all that is wonderful and beautiful today.

I also want to do this for my kids. I want to instill in them that it's important to notice others, be kind to others, appreciate others, and embrace all of the amazing things that make each of us unique and important.

I know this is a short one and I have so much to catch everyone up on, but my "distractions" are needing me again and life is calling. So, please, let me leave you with this. Take a moment this weekend to appreciate someone. "Be the Good". Give someone else hope that there are still beautiful people in this world and maybe, just maybe, you'll be the start of something wonderful.