Ellie

Trusting The Process

“What do you want to be when you grow up?“

The interview question came quick and benign, probably one of the most common questions to ask a child, and yet Chase, propped on a stool in front of cameras and lights, stared at Robbie with a blank look on his face.

The principal stood in his blue suit in the center of the gym with all its sounds and smells, welcoming the room and I watched him over the top of the fuzzy head sitting next to me. High school.

There was a table set up and stocked high in merchandise branded with the school logo and colors and Chase reached for a shirt that said “Class of 2028” – “Can I get this one, mom? I’ll be alive in 2028.”

In the last several days, there have been an unusual number of moments to look forward. This facing high school and growing up… it is such a gift. Too many of Chase’s friends did not have this privilege. But it is a strange thing to walk hand-in-hand with the kind of diagnoses Chase has and to think forward – beyond simply the next moment.

There is a strange (though by no means bad) tension in this space. All we have is today, and yet we walk about with plans for the next year, the next decade… and further still. It’s a blessing and burden in equal measure because time is a gift, but we are not promised more of it.

I walked through the halls of the high school last night, seeing decades of trophies and black and white pictures, all standing witness to a length of time. And I heard Robbie’s question again:

“What do you want to be when you grow up?”

And then I heard the oncologist’s voice in my head… that first meeting on a hot, August day:

“Let’s just see if we can get him to age three.”

What a place to be…

Trusting the process…. Moment by moment.

[picture: Chase is pictured here with a beloved music teacher who – though he does not want to sing in school – he is trying to convince to teach other subjects so that he can be in her class. One of her most used phrases is to “trust the process” and I’m co-opting it here as we look forward with fear and wonder in equal measure]

Note: Dear ones, I needed to write through the strange tension of this place we find ourselves, but in all seriousness, I’d greatly appreciate prayers for Chase. This is a big step. These are the years when children truly lean into impending adulthood and we, none of us, know exactly how much of that adulthood Chase is capable of. I suppose what I’m trying to gently say is that the physical and neurological differences between him and his peers will most likely go from noticeable to insurmountable in many ways. I know it will be good. But it will also be hard. MbM.]

THANK YOU

Dear ones, from our family to you…

THANK YOU.

Because of you, in honor of Chase’s 14 years of life… wow, just look at these numbers!

$1,789 for Cal’s Angels wishes to be granted for kids like Chase.

$8,749 [$4,374 each] to be given to Anthony Rizzo Family Foundation and Lurie Children’s Hospital – specifically to help families like ours [ARFF] and to promote further pediatric oncology research and better care [Lurie].

A grand total of $10,538.00 going out into the world to say “Hey, cancer doesn’t get to win today on any level.”

You all blow us away with your generosity of heart and mind! And as we turn to Christmas and making memories, as we take joy in Chase’s stability (he’s been back in school this week!), I just wanted to send out a final thank you.

Truly, we could not do any of this without you.

Moment by moment.

[Ewoldt Family holiday picture, taken by Margaret Henry, 2023]

Of Birthdays and Good Things

On Tuesday, December 12th, Chase turns 14! Isn’t that a miracle?!

This year, he (again) had a request: his birthday fundraiser be equally divided between Lurie Children’s Hospital and the Anthony Rizzo Family Foundation. But there’s also a little extra, a special 14th birthday nod to his friend Robbie Gould’s new partnership with Cal’s Angels. In honor of Chase, we will also be raising a separate $500 going to Cal’s Angels in order to help grant a wish for another child like Chase.

We can’t think of a more fitting plan! Lurie has gifted Chase life more times than we can count, the Rizzo Foundation has instilled more hope, and Cal’s has brought more joy – Life, Hope, and Joy – all together.

Would you consider donating here? You can give $14 for Chase’s 14 years (or a multiple of 14…or more!).

The Lurie/Rizzo link is together right here.

The Cal’s Angels’ wish link is right here.

Every dollar counts, and this year, it feels like it counts double…no, triple! …as the dollars will go to help a child like Chase and a family like ours – often in their most stressful, heartbreaking moments – in the home with Cal’s, in the hospital with Lurie, and around the country with The Rizzo Foundation.

With your help, we can contribute to research, resources, and encouragement for so many children like Chase.

Thank you!

The Letter

Every year, in the middle of August when the school doors open wide, my dad stops extra and special to pray for my kids and he slips them a verse to hold close for the whole year ahead. This verse is always printed on colorful paper, laminated and trimmed so carefully by his own hand, and most importantly, is something he has thought and prayed through – often for months before the moment. He waits in stillness, asking the Lord what word is needed for all of his grandchildren as they head back into their classrooms for another year. And then, with verses in hand, he challenges them to hold the God words close in their desk, backpack, locker, or binder, so that whenever they see the colorful paper, they will remember that they are known and loved.

And every year, it’s something of a tradition for him to show up on the first morning of the first day and share breakfast with the kids, laughing and energizing them, and then talking through the verse and praying over them before they leave the house and the early morning sunshine around the breakfast table. But this year, his words came differently. They came, most purposefully, in the form of a letter, and I felt the printed words not just for my children, but for my own heart too.

So, with his permission, I am sharing the printed letter words with you here – this is Chase’s copy: because Chase, but also because this letter, this verse, even the quote (only my dad – #girldadgoals – could mix the Bible and a Hallmark holiday movie together so well) speaks into the often broken-hearted, burned-out feeling of being other, of having nothing of value to offer, and even of hard life things that just don’t relent.

The letter is shared in its entirety below, and I hope it leaves you as it did me: knowing that we are each unique and purposeful, meant for good things by the One who loves us so. Now, here’s my dad to Chase…

Dear Chase,

This year, I’m sending you your school verses in a letter.

Why? Because you are a letter. Have you ever thought of yourself as a letter? You are. You’re a living letter, a living epistle, sent out to all you meet; at school, at home, at church, in your community, etc.

The goodness, kindness, wisdom, and love written on your heart is being shared with everyone the Lord brings across your path. In that sense, you are His letter sent out to put Him on display, and make the world a better place.

To remind you of your unique one-of-a-kind mission, place these laminated verses somewhere so you can see them often and be reminded of how special you are to God, and to others (like Mimi and Bapa).

In this school year you will definitely grow physically. You will also grow in your knowledge of history, math, science, English, etc… The most important area of growth this school year, in fact, in all of life, is your growth in godliness. And it is towards that goal that both Mimi and I pray for you.

The back and front of the laminated card reads…

“You are our letter, written in our hearts, known and read by all men; being manifested that you are a letter of Christ, cared for by us, written not with ink, but with the Spirit of the living God, not on tablets of stone, but on tablets of human hearts.”
2 Corinthians 3:2-3

“…we are all, in some way, living letters, unique souls, slipped into fragile human envelopes stamped by our Creator and sent into the world with a story only we can share…”
Signed, Sealed, Delivered: The Vows We Have Made, Layton, Williamson, Hallmark, 2021

Moment by Moment.

Keeping It Interesting

This one… he likes to keep it interesting, doesn’t he? We spent yesterday morning talking with his endocrine team after some really wild labs.

Chase’s numbers are suddenly kind of crazy and it could be for a lot of different reasons, but the most important and immediate concern is getting his levels back under control – and quickly.

You see, the longer his levels are all over the place, the more likely his thyroid-free body is to create a favorable environment for thyroid cancer re-growth – in his lymph nodes, especially. [spoiler alert: we *super* don’t want that]

So for now, the plan is to make immediate changes to the medications that are helping his body regulate things, and then we re-test everything in a few weeks.

As a parent who walked into this childhood cancer world under the auspices of a brain tumor diagnosis, waiting to re-test is a terrifying prospect because brain tumors often grow incredibly quickly and hours to days can make a huge difference in the end result. But… as Chase’s [very patient] endocrine team has had to remind me many times over the last four years: thyroid cancer is a different cancer with its own unique schedule of growth – in that way, at least, it is a far more gentle cancer.

So we sit for these weeks until the re-test and trust Chase’s weary body and his levels to the One who knows him best.