CHASE AWAY CANCER

You Are Loved

“The faithful love of the Lord never ends! His mercies never cease.” Lamentations 3:22

“I can’t do this.”

His precious little mouth contorted on the one side – the way it always did when he became scared. “Mom, I’m not a first grader. I can’t do this. I need to go back to kindergarten.”

Behind his back, the window glowed with the last remnants of the sunset, signaling night…the night before school.

Chase shook his fuzzy, scarred head with each new sentence of voiced fear. After months of proudly proclaiming his being in first grade now and – including outrageous claims for privilege (“I should get to stay up late at night and watch Netflix because I’m a first-grader now, Mom.”) – the time had finally come and he felt himself unequal to the road in front of him.

His words flooded my heart as I heard echoes of my own timid voice in memory. Through his cancer, the ambulances, the hospitals, childbirth, even marriage… big things. Life things.

I can’t do this. God, I’m not ready for this.

I’m too young…

Too immature…

Too imperfect…

Too scared…

I need more time to prepare.

To get it right…

To be aware…

To make it count…

But here’s the thing with life… When I am blind-sided with my weakness and need, God is aware of the plan – my perfect life plan. And when things feel underdone and undone, out-of-nowhere, frenzied and stressed, He alone knows the ways to make them count for my good and His glory.

I knelt in front of Chase and put my hands lightly on his arms. Oh, how I wanted him to listen and connect with the words I needed to say. “Chase, you can and you will – because you are ready. It doesn’t feel like it yet, but you’re ready;” I paused, searching for the right words, “And, you are loved.”

You are loved.

In the hard moments when our brains acknowledge our good and His glory, but daily life throws gut punches that leave us lacking, gasping “I can’t do this”, it comes down to those very few words: I am loved; you are loved. These are the conduit from our head to our heart – from knowing what’s true to believing and resting in what’s good: His faithful love.

This had become a key sentence with my darling cancer survivor over the last several months. With his age and progression comes the increasing sense of “other”. He knows he looks different from those around him and often reacts differently too. He is strong, but it takes precious little for the remorse and regret to set in – and the fear too. I watch him feel unequal to the road in front of him and know beyond a shadow of a doubt that only perfect love can conquer this fear. And I know because I feel my own weakness, sadness and fear.

So, in the sunset before that August big day, as Chase lay his head down to sleep in that sixth year of a life we never thought he’d have, I grabbed the first piece of paper I could find (for it’s the words that are most important, not on what they are written) and I wrote what I believe…what I know and too often forget: You are loved. And then I tucked it, folded small into the blue top pocket of the crisp, new backpack to be found on the bus the next morning.

For truly, these words give a strength and joy like none other. And with these words, we are ready for anything life may bring – in His grace – moment by moment.

“See how very much our Father loves us, for he calls us his children, and that is what we are!” 1 John 3:1a

“Repeat them again and again to your children. Talk about them when you are at home and when you are on the road, when you are going to bed and when you are getting up. Tie them to your hands and wear them on your forehead as reminders.” Deuteronomy 6:7-8

Love Your Melon

In this house, in this winter, we’ve completely fallen in love with beanie hats.

Chase has favored them for a couple years as they keep his sensitive head warm and he can use them to cover his ears when he feels over-stimulated. However, this is this first year for non-hat-wearing me…and I am hooked.

Because I’m hooked, I’m also trying to hook you too. Celebrate cool weather, style, and childhood cancer awareness with a Love Your Melon hat! You guys, for real, 50% of the profits are given to fund research initiatives and provide immediate support to children battling cancer!

Chase post-MRI, sleeping off the anesthesia in a “Navy Speckled Beanie”

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I Will Always Be With You

He has a new phrase: “I will always be with you”.

When he says it, he is quiet and centered, strangely introspective – unlike his usual energy-filled self and it means his heart hurts. It means he understands separation and he wants to stay together. But in typical childhood fashion and typical outside-the-box Chase fashion, the words come out differently.

He clutched my hand, fighting the drugged sleep threatening to take over his conscious thought and whisper these words to me – “I will always be with you” – as he went in for his MRI last Monday. But it was the night before that the words first stuck to him and he asked if I would write them out, not for him, but for his siblings. Then he put his head in his hands and sat cross-legged on the kitchen counter, just staring at the part of his heart that they’d discover in his absence the following morning.

The kids fight and squabble, and a good eight out of ten times, this bald boy is the instigator, but in the tense times, they rest in each others arms and love and they write out their love for each other because, well because “I will always be with you”. Somehow, reassurance of presence is, in itself a comfort. And somehow, the not quite sense-making words of his hurting heart are the ones that make the most sense – because he dares to stop, breath deep, and say them aloud.

Don’t miss the opportunities you’ve been given to connect with the ones you love.

~MbM~

The Horizon

Survivor: /noun/ a person remaining alive after an event in which others have died

Yes and amen. It’s true. Chase is and has always been a survivor in one capacity or another, and now it’s official: research data and his medical teams officially call him a survivor too. But this is not the end of a story. It’s more like another stop on a long and winding journey – the very word Chase’s Dr. Lulla uses to describe what’s still ahead of us.

I used to say that the treatments might kill him, but the cancer surely would and I haven’t used that sentence in a long time. However, at this point, there is a bit of a sinking realization that those words still hold true. Here’s why and here’s where Chase is today – as shown through a list of all the lab-coated friends he has and the standard appointments he will keep all year, every year. THIS is survival*:

He has an eye team to monitor the radiation-induced cataracts, vision loss, and overall sight deterioration.
He has a social worker, neuropsychologist and behavior specialty team to help deal with brain damage-induced emotional issues.
He just garnered a urologist to monitor his development in conjunction with his endocrine system.
He has a yearly ECHO to monitor the chambers and strength of his heart.
He has quarterly hearing tests to monitor deterioration of high and low frequencies both.
He has an otolaryngologist (hearing/ENT) to monitor his ears and the losses therein.
He has a neurology team to monitor potential seizure activity and medication doses as well as emergency plans for his school staff, bus drivers, etc.
He has a neurosurgery team who continue to monitor his progress post-resection and advise on when to biopsy or remove the current growths.
He has an endocrine team monitoring his body and how it no longer wants to grow on it’s own (there is a lot coming up with this team, so stay tuned).
And despite the move to STAR clinic, he will still have a fully loaded neuro-oncology team who specialize in quality of life, recurrence, and secondary concerns.
He is followed and helped in school by extra aids, speech, occupational, and even physical therapists.
And then there are always the labs monitoring everything from his growth hormone abilities to his white blood cell counts.
Not to mention the near every doctor examinations of skin breakdown, scar damage, teeth, eyes, belly, neurological reflexes, and speech patterns.
Chase gets his yearly ECHO with his tech friend, Anthony

This being written and said…don’t let the laundry list get you down! Chase is a survivor and a thriver and some of the greatest minds and hearts of the human race and been forged in unrelentingly unique and pain-filled circumstances. And in fact, he’s one of the few among his cancer friends who doesn’t already have hearing aids, doesn’t need a walking aid or splinting assistance, and doesn’t require specialized therapies necessitating nearly weekly hospital appointments. Compared to many of his cancer friends, this is the shortest list and the easiest end of the proverbial stick.

Why publicize the laundry of survival? I guess the heart of this is to entreat you to hug a survivor – many of whom continue in a purgatory of treatments and treatment decisions. It’s to urge you to support research. It’s to turn words into the awareness that for many, the complicated cancer journey never really ends until the life ends. (And then starts a totally different, complicated journey)

Deep in my heart, this list is why I hate the MRI wait. It’s not so much the wait for the news of one scan (though, I do wait with baited breath all the same), it’s the wait for The Day (talked about in the book of Revelation) that gets to me. Even when the scan results are stable, Chase’s body is still broken. I’ve asked myself a million and one times why I still chafe when stability is exactly what we hope for, and I think this is why: our souls were not made for this brokenness. Even when it’s the best human outcome in all the crazy-awful, our souls cry out for the end of the hard journey; the days with no pain and no tears, the days where it will no longer take a village…scratch that…a giant urban city to care for my Chase boy.

But it isn’t that time yet. So we gather the pieces of our brokenness around us on the journey, clutch our list of specialty teams like the good friends and badges of honor that they are, pray for wisdom to pursue God’s glory in Chase’s quality of life, and cling to the hope that there is great beauty in this atypical life. For this is truly how we survive.

Moment by moment.

*Bob and I have been aware of every single one of these damages and side effects from the very beginning of this journey as we prayerfully made decisions and made our peace. There is no blame in these words or desire to shift our responsibility – just plain truth: the current conditions of pediatric brain cancer care are such that it is a life-long diagnosis whether the cancer recurs or not. The implication of ‘survival’ is that the patient lives three to five years from the date of discovery.

Chase with nurse Jessica in recovery (complete with red popsicle stains)

Past, Present, and Future

Dearest Dr. Lulla,

Thank you.

Thank you for giving us hope where there was none.

Thank you for reacting to our shattering news as if it was your own – even though you do it over and over again with each family.

Thank you for being a clinical advocate – taking on each and every problem with a precision and logic that cut through the fear.

Thank you for knowing when to scrap the clinical and look us in the eyes as suffering human beings, not just the nearest and dearest to a medical chart waiting to be updated.

Thank you for backing us up and encouraging us to trust our gut instincts.

Thank you for letting us cry.

Thank you for giving us permission to laugh.

Thank you for being an encourager – always pushing us to see the very best and beautiful in the hospital staff around us.

Thank you for learning our names, our lives, and remembering them.

Thank you for learning every nickname we ever gave Chase and what he was like as a person – all on the outside chance that he might not scream at you when you came into the room.

Thank you for learning the names of Chase’s siblings and pieces of their stories – a heart-wrenching acknowledgement that Chase was not in a void and there was a different life outside the cancer.

Thank you for fighting for our future.

Thank you for investing in our present.

Thank you for seeing Chase as a life to be lived.

Thank you for being our advocate.

Thank you for all the things you did that we’ll never fully know or understand.

You somehow make the unthinkable more bearable, and for that, you will always and forever be considered a trusted friend and a precious member of our family.

Love always,

The Ewoldt Family

Today, Wednesday, January 25, 2017 marked the end of an era. Chase has been off chemotherapy and the scans have overall been stable for so very long that it is time: Chase’s file is being transferred from the regular neuro-oncology clinic to a place called the STAR clinic. The “S” in “STAR” stands for “survivor”. Chase is now officially considered a survivor of his cancer. I can hardly breathe for writing those words! And while he will still see many of the same teams of doctors (and there will be many teams – as Chase still fights a great many things), there will be one very significant change: today was Chase’s last official appointment with Dr. Rishi Lulla, the attending neuro-oncologist who has overseen his case from the first moments of July 31, 2012. We consider it the highest honor to have had Dr. Lulla oversee Chase’s treatment and care and we hope to see him in the halls of the hospital some day soon!

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