I’m officially the worst blogger in blogger history. But
it’s ok. I think I’m ok with that. I just honestly haven’t felt like talking.
At all. About anything. With anyone. I’m not depressed or anything, I am just
in this mood where it just makes me tired to think about it all. So don’t take
it personally :) I avoid phone calls from people whom I love dearly just
because I don’t want to talk. It’s not that I don’t want to talk to them, I
just feel tired at the thought of using my brain and mouth to form words. It’s
really bad! And I feel the same with my blog. It feels a little daunting to
have to recall all the events over the past months since I’ve last updated
this. BUT, in light of recent events (itching- I'll mention it more later), my doctors have increased my current dose
of steroids and I am finding myself to be wide awake at 2am and having the
energy and desire to update the blog! So I’m going to roll with it and hope I
get it all typed out before this wears off!
It’s been busy over here, to say the least! I’ve been in the hospital more than I’ve been out. Christmas was amazing. I spent the week leading up to it in the hospital, but was released Christmas Eve just in time to head to my mom’s to spend the night and enjoy Christmas festivities. My mom’s house is the perfect Christmas backdrop. She lives in the perfect environment with the wood-burning fireplace and everything. Just add snow and you have a Christmas commercial. We all opened our Christmas jammies on Christmas Eve and I did some last minute hemming of Lee’s jammies since I made them, oh, about 8 inches too long! Haha! But everyone else’s worked perfectly and they were a lot of fun. The girls had French macaron fabric and the boys had batman. Santa came. And came again. And came again. Seems like Santa left presents for the kids at every relative and friends’ house for the kids!! We are still sifting through santa’s presents. It was a very generous Christmas.
The day after Christmas, the kids’ grandma surprised them (we were in on it, of course) with a trip to Florida! It was such a blessing because I had to go in for chemotherapy and so it was a chance for the kids to spend their vacation doing something fun, and left Brian and I available to take care of my health without having to make sure the kids were also having a good Christmas vacation from school. We were very, very grateful for that.
Chemotherapy has been, relatively, a breeze. No nausea, no usual awful side effects. I get hooked up and it runs a giant syringe pump for about an hour, I get unhooked, and go home/back to the hotel. The worst I’ve experienced have been hair thinning, a few mouth sores, a little loss of food taste, and fatigue. Fatigue is my main complaint. I get chemotherapy for ten days at a time, and during those ten days, I could pretty much sleep for 15 hours a day and be completely fine with it and still feel like it’s not enough. I know that probably still sounds like it’s rough to most of you, but compared to other chemotherapies I have been through that literally wipe me out for a whole week? Like, I’m LITERALLY not cognitively there for days at a time. Hallucinating, drugged until I can’t hardly function, you name it. I’ve lost whole weeks of my life to chemo. The last transplant I went through, in Seattle, Brian and my family will tell me stories and I will have absolutely no recollection. It’s just gone. So I feel like I can safely say this chemo has been easy.
Now for the exciting and good news; Heavenly Father continues to bless me with a hard-working, record-breaking, miracle body. My doctors have informed me that I have done in two rounds of chemotherapy what it takes everyone else to do in three rounds or more. I have absolutely no doubt in my mind that this is the Lord’s doing. The testing of my bone marrow shows that my leukemia is completely under control, to the point where my own immune system has come back in full force and created graft vs host disease issues! This is good and bad news! Good news because it shows how well I’m doing and that I’m ready for transplant, but bad because for the past week, I’ve been itchy, itchy, itchy (which is why I'm increased on steroids, and awake at 2am writing a blog)!! Itching is so maddening. Brian has been such a heaven-sent through it, though. He will literally sit there and scratch my back/body for an hour and help me put on steroid cream. "And the best husband award goes to…" :)
So here we are, all caught up to today. The donor is all lined up, the date is set (I will be admitted March 4th to begin induction chemotherapy and the transplant will only be about a week after that, once my bone marrow “clears out” and makes room for the donor), testing is getting done, everything is falling in to place.
Can I just say how good Heavenly Father has been through this? I cannot even express my gratitude. He has taken care of things I hadn’t even foreseen, before I even knew I needed the help. Friends and family have stepped out of the woodwork and covered needs. Our two year old foster son has been accepted into an educationally based daycare that’s really hard to get in to so we haven’t had to worry about him or who is watching him all day. Our seven year old foster daughter has had her needs met and then some, being able to continue to work on her own educational needs and catch up to the level of her classmates and where she is expected to be. They are both INCREDIBLY bright children and I am so proud of the progress they are able to make with the help of our friends in my/our absence.
I also want to share with you another reason why I know Heavenly Father has been so good. Acute Myeloid Leukemia is not a small beast to slay. The survival rates aren’t great. Just look at my own immediate family. AML has been the last straw for each of them. So being diagnosed with this was… hard… but I’ve felt nothing but a sense of calm this whole time (minus the initial mis-diagnosis back in April 2014 when I was told I basically had only months to live). I was told that the chances of even getting this leukemia into remission enough to receive a transplant was around or less than 20%. That’s not a great number… But it’s just a number. Someone has to make up that 20%. I knew I’d be in that percentage this time around. I just felt so calm. I was thinking about this once day while I was driving to Cincinnati for treatments and appointments, and I just had a random Sunday school lesson pop into my head. There is a story that I must have slept through in seminary, about a war and those on the Lord’s side volunteers in the tens of thousands. The Lord said, “hey we don’t need this many people,” so the commanders cut back to thousands. The Lord said again, “hey, we don’t need this many people.” So the commanders cut back and cut back until they ended up with only 300 soldiers, going up against this massive army. I felt a little like those 300 soldiers, coming up against this cancer that had taken so many of my family members. Why was I being spared? I still don’t know the answer, but I remember the comment made in class that the Lord cut back His army to this insanely low number so that these people would have NO DOUBT in their mind that it was the Lord who spared them. I have no doubt in my own mind that this is a similar situation. The Lord is giving me this trial to show that He loves me and is control and will protect and spare me, if I but trust in Him. I want to clarify that I don’t think I am more or less faithful than any of my other family members by saying this. I know that the Lord will never take you before it’s your time to go. He will not take you because you lack faith or because you have misbehaved. I say this because it’s been a testament to me that my work on Earth is not done. Perhaps there are more children who need us to provide a safe home and loving arms for them that only we can provide… whatever the reason, I trust that Heavenly Father will help to guide me as I let Him and together we will get it done :) I love being an instrument in His hands. I LOVE SERVICE.
I can feel my thoughts getting foggier so I will wrap this up. I just want to give a shout out to my amazing husband. This life is not for the faint of heart, and he willingly signed up for it. I knew Seattle would be a trial run for him before I agreed to marry him. I know it probably sounds harsh but he had to prove to me that he could handle this life. Obviously he passed with flying colors back then, and here we are, three years into our marriage, and he is proving himself all over again. I’ve seen him grow so much in patience, maturity, spirituality, in father-hood, and in so many other beautiful ways. While I am in Cincinnati, he is working full-time, taking college courses, and being a single father. It is so hard for me to watch him go through this and see the stress it puts on him and me not to be able to help out like I want... but it brings me so much peace that this situation could not be in better hands. He is truly amazing and I fall in love with him and who he is becoming more and more everyday. When he has the chance to, he comes and spends time with me at the hospital and we are able to have talk about the important things in life. Conversations that we would not be able to have in normal life settings with kids running around or your normal daily to-do list needing to be done. It's been such a blessing. And when I get anxious about the situation at home, I think of this quote I found a few months ago that I feel like it is very fitting for this:
"...or for that of those you love."
I love, love, love this because now when I feel anxious for Brian's well-being, or even for other family members going through this with me, I think of this quote and know that the Lord has big plans for ALL of us. He is in complete control. He has us all in His watchful eye. He is in the minutes and SECONDS of our lives.
So in closing, I would like to promise that I’ll update this more often, but I just don’t know. Bear with me as I deal with my emotions. I’m just going to be gentle on myself and give myself permission to update this when I feel like it :) Just know I love you all and think of you often. I thank the Lord for you daily.
