The State Of Chase

A slight introduction:  I thought about calling this blog “What’s Next?“.  I also thought about calling this blog “Hey! The Light At the End Of the Tunnel Isn’t A Freight Train!” I ultimately settled on “The State Of Chase,” as we look to cover both the present and the future in this post.  If you have any questions, please don’t hesitate to ask!  Message us, or post questions in the comments – we are always happy to answer.

A year ago this month, we knew so little of malignant spread, the low percentage of survivors and the collateral damages of surgeries, radiation and the cancer itself.  Now, we are a year older and wiser (I hope) in this cancer path.  We know where we’ve been, but where are we going?  Where is Chase now in his treatment plan, and what is still ahead for him?  This subject is a mixture of speculation and fact, and will likely come out looking like Jell-O I tried to nail to a wall (i.e. there is still much we don’t know, but here are a few things we’re reasonably sure are ahead for him)…

Chase is well over halfway done with his 54-week protocol.  He has about 3 chemo cycles left.  Each chemo cycle is approximately 3 weeks apart, but the ability to start the next cycle is dependent on a Chase’s recovery from the previous cycle… hence, our one-year protocol* is likely to last about a year-and-a-half.  Our highly-uneducated guess is that, should Chase stay on schedule, he will finish towards the end of the fall, hopefully by Thanksgiving**.  What a great day that will be!

*protocol: the fancy word they use for a specific chemo schedule of treatment (which drugs the patient takes on x-numbered weeks for x-numbered months/years)

**I cringe over putting a potential end date in writing because it’s a lot like posting when a baby is due.  There is such a small chance things will actually happen on/by that exact date.  So please, please don’t quote me as fact on this!

It will most likely take some weeks (if not months) for his immune system to recover to the point where he can sustainably feed himself (instead of the 14-hour IV nutrition bag he currently gets every day).  This is the unknown bit: how long will it take his body to recover from over a year of aggressive cancer-killing?  We have no idea, but we can tell from small things we observe even now that this will not happen overnight.  I do know that he will need to undergo speech therapy, occupational therapy and physical therapy.  He will also need to keep up with his ENT regarding his hearing (or lack thereof) with the possibility of hearing aids, and he will also begin working with endocrinologists (to deal with some other effects of treatment).  He will continue to have full brain and spine MRIs every three months, keeping up with his neuro-oncology team, have yearly ECHOs to check his heart, and some other minor things that will have him visiting the hospital.  As I recite this list, my idea of “back to normal” grows more dim and more silly all the time.  And over all of this is the shadow…

The shadow of relapse.  What if the cancer comes back?

ATRT is vicious and is known to come back, and even if, by a miracle, his ATRT doesn’t relapse, Chase is still at higher risk for secondary cancers because of his treatment.  The tasks and appointments are endless, and the possibilities are choking.

Why pursue or continue in this treatment when it’s so harsh?  Because Bob and I have complete peace in following our doctors’ recommendations for Chase in this.  Because, with a cancer where survival is often measured in days and months, Chase has been here a full year.  Because of his current state.

So, what is Chase’s state?

The truth is that in this moment, he is great.  He’s a statistic-defying, bald miracle who (as I mentioned at the beginning) is sleeping soundly in the other room.  This is why I sign every post “moment by moment“–because the cancer journey is a path riddled with crippling “what-ifs” and the worst-case scenario is often the norm.  Tomorrow, and the day after, and the next treatment, and the next round will come in their own time, but in this moment, the state of Chase is a state of grace in which he informs me: “Mom!  Everything is under control!” It’s a state in which he screams over blood draws one minute, and teases with residents on rounds in the next.  It’s a state in which he sees doctors almost every week, but spends the large part of his clinic time running up and down the clinic hall flirting with nurses.  It’s a state in which he informed me on the way into surgery that I should not be worried for him because he will be brave.

Chase amazes us at every turn, and in this moment, God has ordained joyous (yes, I said it was filled with joy) life for him.  So we will prayerfully take these other things in stride as they come to us, all the while begging God for the continued perspective that this is just a season of life, but our true joy and is found in Him who promised that one day none of this cancer pain will exist ever again.

Moment by moment.

“He will wipe away every tear from their eyes, and death shall be no more, neither shall there be mourning, nor crying, nor pain anymore, for the former things have passed away. And he who was seated on the throne said ‘Behold, I am making all things new.’ Also he said, ‘Write this down, for these words are trustworthy and true.” Revelations 21:4-5

Chase with surgical nurse Jen in pre-op for his second line procedure in a week.
Chase with surgical nurse Jen in pre-op for his second line procedure in a week.

One Year

Tuesday, July 31, 2012 – 4:00AM

“Dad, Chasey is crying in his bed and he won’t stop moving.”

With these words of a frightened child a year ago came the unheard sound of life forever changed.  A season of watchful anxiety with no answers silently became a parent’s worst nightmare as we were thrown into a path on which there is no escape, no turning back, and no foreseeable end in sight.

The path is dim and lined with shadows: of lost dreams and old lives, of malignancy and pain, of a terminal condition always a breath away.  And yet, God’s grace and goodness to us is woven into this tapestry of pain in ten thousand reasons for our heart to find.

Truly, there is no better sum for the year than this…

“I stand upon the mount of God with sunlight in my soul; I hear the storms and vales beneath, I hear the thunders role. But I am calm with Thee, my God, beneath these glorious skies; and to the height on which I stand, no storms, no clouds can rise. O, this is life! O this is joy, my God to find Thee so: Thy face to see, Thy voice to hear, and all Thy love to know.” Horatious Bonar

Thank you for walking this first year with us, moment by moment.

[As many of you know, Chase’s favorite song is Matt Redman’s “10,000 Reasons.”  I hope this very slight picture of the year blesses you as it does us.  Trace the faithfulness and joy with us… God is good.

Chase And The Red Devil

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There is a chemo called Doxorubicin.  When Doxorubicin is brought into a hospital room, it arrives covered in a dark, photosensitive bag because the light of day can harm it. When Doxorubicin is introduced to the human body in certain doses and suspensions, it requires a “rescue drug” to be given simultaneously to protect the heart.

Doxorubicin makes parents pray that their children escape with only small damages like hair loss, mouth sores, and nausea.

Because of Doxorubicin, cancer patients have heart tests at least once a year for the rest of their lives.

Its mixture of ruby hue and devastation earn Doxorubicin the fearful title “The Red Devil.

Do I make it sound like it terrorizes villages on dark nights? It might as well.  In fact, it is powerful enough that during Chase’s radiation treatment, he couldn’t have this chemo because it, coupled with radiation, would have been too much for his body.

For Chase, whose heart is, at the moment, in good condition, Doxorubicin has a common, but amazing (to us) effect.  He gets very neutropenic (which means that the chemo eats his white cells down to a small and critical number) and it always happens, on a bankable level, on the tenth day after his last chemo cycle started.  This is, in fact, so predictable that Bob and I can actually see the fevers coming on, pack our bags and be ready to call his doctors and drive to the hospital, all before we clock the first temperature spike… and it has been this way on every Doxorubicin cycle since August 16th, 2012.

Horrible.

Predictable.

The wretched routine becomes oddly comforting in its familiarity… the night of day #9, he cries out and sleeps badly; the morning of day #10, he lays on the couch, weak and white and his temperature hovers… and then it spikes and we are in the ER by the early afternoon at the very latest.  Every time.

Yet, as I should well know by now, the only thing predictable about Chase is that you can’t predict him.

Today is day #11.

No fevers.

As I write this, I’m tamping down the overwhelming urge to stalk him with a thermometer. He usually has fevers right now and I can’t help but feel that there’s a monster of a temp simmering right under the surface of his hairless little forehead just waiting to erupt at any moment and the slightest exertion is sure to turn him febrile and tachycardic.

(By the way, one of my many coping mechanisms is hiding behind medical words… hence, the talk of neutropenia and tachycardia)

As I thought about this all day today (and tried not to think about taking Chase’s temperature), I was struck by several things…

By how much a cancer parent hopes for the best and expects the worst
By how oddly stressful the breaking of a routine is… even a terrible routine…
By how much I resent not knowing what is going to happen from moment to moment…

As wonderful as it is to be out of the hospital, days with “The Red Devil” and unpredictable days like today remind me once again to pray for grace and take this life…  Moment by moment.

“The heart of man plans his way, but The Lord establishes his steps.” Proverbs 16:9

A Sweet And Bitter Providence

This is where we’re living tonight.  No particular reason…just because we never stop needing to think about life this way…

Life is a troubled and winding road…switchback after switchback…and the point of biblical stories is to help us feel in our bones, not just know in our heads that God is for us in all these strange turns. The life of the godly is not a straight line to glory. It’s more like a dark and seemingly unkown trail through the mountains.  There are rockslides, and slippery curves and hairpin turns that make you go backward in order to go forward, but along this hazardous, twisted road that doesn’t let you see very far ahead, and may even make you feel like you’ve been led to the edge of a cliff, God gives us encouragement and hope that all the perplexing turns of our lives are going somewhere good.  Often, when we think God is farthest from us or has even turned against us, the truth is that He is laying a foundation for greater happiness in our lives.  God is plotting for our joy.  He is plotting the course and managing the troubles with far reaching purposes for our good and for the glory of Jesus Christ.  That is a sweet and bitter providence. ~Piper

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Dates of Significance

July is a significant month with some very important dates and we’d greatly appreciate your prayers.

Tuesday, July 16th: Full brain and spine MRI checking on the progress of chemo and the presence of cancer.

Wednesday, July 17th: Meet with Chase’s neuro-surgeon (at which time, we hope his “squishy baseball” is decidedly less apparent)

Wednesday, July 31st: [gulp]…The one year anniversary of Chase’s diagnosis.   Great is His faithfulness to us.

Moment by moment.