Dear Mary-Elizabeth

I'm  not sure how much you know about what I have been through.  I think you guess a lot but have tried to keep focused on your journey.  As you know WE had cancer.  WE had a relapse. WE had a Double Cord Blood Transplant.  But you have returned to your life and I am sort of waiting for mine to be found again. 

 I think I have been looking in all the wrong places.  It is such a weird thing to loose your way when  you are not ready to be done with your working life.  It just seems unreal. I am not ready to step back from the world just yet.  I still feel 18 and have lots to offer.  I am just wiser than I used to be.  I have seem more, felt more and lost more.  This next part needs to be good because, let's face it, I am a bit more than middle-aged. 

This last week I have had a chance to re-connect with some friends.  They say you can see yourself most clearly in the eyes of others.  It is always good to see a positive reflections.  And to be honest, I don't think it was just the good wine we drank.

I think I might have to turn back a bit to law. To figure out a way to use my specialized skill set but not be eaten alive.  I have realized that to do the Family Law piece the way I did it, I took on the pain of the family.  It was woven into my being,  I don't have that capacity any more.  My own pain and worry have filled that part of my being.  

Okay, let me see if I can figure that out.... 

Making Memories after Diagnosis

 There is a certain urgency when a child has been diagnosed.  We rush to do so many things. Memories have to be made and made NOW. 

What if these are the last of the memories? What if we don't survive long enough to go on our Make-A-Wish?  What if there is no time for  high school and college and marriage and the first job and the first car and the first broken heart?  What if? It is a panic that strikes the heart of each and every parent, grandparent, relatives and friends.  We have to make memories NOW.  We have to take advantage of this time, this moment, this......
everything. 

Well, take it from an expert, there are plenty of memories being made each and every moment.  Each day, each blood draw, each visit from the Child Life, Social Worker, Ukulele Guy.  Now granted not all the memories are good.  Treatment will erase many memories, but there will be memories. They will be a different kind and those that share them will be altered by the events. But  often there are bits and pieces of good memories.   

We are altered to our very core.  On a cellular level.  When your child faces amputation, total body radiation, red, blue, yellow chemo, and endless invasive procedures, bone marrow transplants,  it has to change you.  As you watch people you love perish and their loved ones writhe in  pain for moments, and hours and months and years, it is hard not to be transformed. 

Human beings are made up by the bits and pieces of who we are and what we learn and experience in life. We absorb things every day. We also are a product of what we remember.  Often we are a bit like Kimchi and need to sit about and wait until we are done.  But eventually there is a good end product.

The moment we hear the words "Your Child Has ____________________ we begin to incorporate the new "Memories" into who we are and will become.  

 It is a good reminder that we should value, treasure and work on this every single day....  

Its the "Word" Thing again.

Child having trouble breathing.

Child still in ICU.

Child with a tumor pressing on the end of the stomach.

Child with Relapsed Lymphoma.

Child with tumor growth.


What do we say?
What do we do?

I have racked my brain for days.  I am not one of those "Just buy a gift card" kind of person.  I know on some level it is the best thing.  Some money, a prayer, an encouraging note, a Coffee Card.  Heck I just found out there are McDonald Cards.  I know.  Write a note, put in a 20. Go on with my business. Easy.  I'm done. I have stepped forward and contributed.  The rest will work itself out. 

I want to give something special. I want to give something meaningful. I want to be of help and to take away some of the burden.  I want it all to go away.  But as many of us in Cancer World have learned over the weeks and months and even decades, there is really nothing that helps.   But darn it, there has to be something.  I hate limitations. 

I received news that Katie Elliot took her last labored breath this morning.  Talk about a "no words" moment.  Words won't make a difference to Katie.  Her family will no doubt find words not comforting, for a while because the pain is so excruciating.

I think the reason we are at a loss for words is because sounds don't adequately do the job.  A death is a time for silence, for deep reflection, for gazing out into space to try and connect with the molecules of the spirit.  It is a time to think about the great things the person did during her lifetime and what we learned from her.  

We all die. Some sooner than others.  The only thing that matters is what we do with the earthly time we have.  How many times do we smile, laugh, change another person's life in a good way?  What really matters isn't the balance of the bank account or how many bedrooms and bathrooms we have.  It is what we have done to effect some one's life. 

Everyday a good deed must be accomplished.  That is the important pile of stuff that needs to taken care of and stored and sorted and increased. 

Today we dedicate good deeds to Katie and her very sad mom Darlis

The cure is such a problem...

She is baking cookies for Camp Sparkle. A summer camp for kids whose families have been effected by cancer.  The kids are going to the zoo today and it is the last day of camp for them.  It has been a quiet week at the Y in the central district, swimming every day, lots of art, lots of time in a gym.  It has been good. 

Today MEB is taking her last dose of Prenisone. Collective breath holding is happening.  She is for all intents and purposes done.  She is finished with this cancer stuff. She is "cured".  

Cured... a weird word. OED explination.

Middle English (as a noun): from Old French curer (verb), cure (noun), both from Latin curare 'take care of', from cura 'care'. The original noun senses were 'care, concern, responsibility', in particular spiritual care (hence sense 3 of the noun). In late Middle English the senses 'medical care' and 'successful medical treatment' arose, and hence 'remedy'.

So, she is cured.  She is doing so so well.  I cann't sing the praises of health enough.  Not everyone has such success.  So many have had little or no luck in the process. So many deaths, so many disappointments.  

Remember our friend Lulu? She fought to get out of the ICU.  That "cure" left her unable to walk or even have full use of her arems.  She was so weak after so much time in bed.  So she is back on her protocol.  First big round of chemo and things are just terrible for her. 

Here is the note her mom posted.

So Lulu Ysarua Martinez will not being going home today...she has not cleared enough chemo out of her so another night at the hospital....the pain is being managed so is the nausea....ortho came up and casted her legs for new braces to wear to walk....they will not be administering vincristeen chemo anymore and will be bringing a new chemo drug on board that is just as effective but it keeps your counts down longer ....has been complaining about side ache and trouble breathing her blood count also dropped so they will be giving her a blood transfusion shortly as well.....will due chest xray to make sure lungs are good.....will update later when I know more.....


She has a fever this morning. I can sense her mom's fear and terror.  Here she goes again.  This is such a hard battle. At some point you just wish there was a way to catch a break!!!!!

Hyper Pin Point Focus....

We get so focused...So focused on the goal that sometimes we don't see the big picture. 

 The big picture is there all the time but being in cancer world deletes your ability to see that picture.  You have one set of goals.  It starts out big... Cure Cancer. Cure and defeat Leukemia, AML or ALL or , Brain Tumor, Sarcoma...Wilms, the list is endless.  Cure, Cure, Cure.

Only later do we face the reality of what the cure means.  80% of the time it means life.  Survivorship, a future, a way to return to normal.  I told someone a long time ago I was not giving a dime to anyone that wanted to cure Cancer, only to those that wanted to figure out how it happens and make it stop. 

I sit here this week and look at the fall out from being in Cancer World twice and now it is damage control.  Sort of like the bombs dropped on Nagasaki and Hiroshima.  They stopped World War II but then what.  At what cost to those sitting around innocently having a morning cup of tea?

Mary-Elizabeth and all of our children have been subjected to a nuclear blast. Many cells and organs and future cells and eggs took one for the cause.  Her thyroid died, her eggs are (ready to be served on) toast, she is guaranteed cataracts and skin cancer and a whole list of possible other cancers.  

Don't get me wrong, I would make every single decision the same except I would have pushed for egg harvesting when she was about 17 or 18.  I didn't think about it then and now it is too late. 

We are so singularly focused on a date, a place, an event, a result.  Please let my child's body be ready for more Chemo. Please let my child's body be able to 4 days of twice a day total body radiation and high dose chemo so that she will be completely helpless against any sort of bug!  Please let them do some more scans or run a scope down into her stomach and take a biopsy.  Please let them operate and remove huge parts of her bones and replace them with some foreign metal in a new experimental surgery.  Please, we will take anything, just let her live...

If we ever stood back and took a look at what was really happening and thought about it, I don't know what would be the result.   I guess our brains know we can't handle too much.  So we are able to chop up the ongoing crisis in little bits and pieces to be handled one step at a time.  Today we do the biopsy or the scan or the chemo... Tomorrow we evaluate and keep going until we hit CURE.  We will take the dead thyroid, the deeply upset kidneys, the brain die-off the massive infection that will not heal, the relapse, the 14 days in ICU, the emotional storm of anxiety and depression and all the rest.    

We are focused on a Cure.  Nothing more, nothing less. 

    

Only positive news about Lulu....

Lulu is moving..... update more later!!!!!!!

Keeping the candles lit....
always..... 

Sometimes it only takes ONE

They talk about the power of one.  One person taking a stand, one person making a positive step in the right direction.  One prayer, one gleam

 of hope.  One. Two are better but then we can all wait for the next one to come along. 

So Lulu has one.  A single white blood cell.  Now it probably means more but as a Cancer Mom, one it enough.  The bone marrow is back working and making the ONE of the right kind. 

There is sign of life buried in the tubes and beeps and whistles. 

Lulu Ysarua Martinez pupils reacted to the light...eeg showing movement it's slow but better then yesterday...all sedatives are off..kidneys are struggling but putting out...xrays showed a little improvement on lungs and we have 1 white blood cell....doctor said she is still very sick but these are all good signs...she hears the prayers and is feeling everyone's love.. we read your posts and comments to her ...she is fighting...she is fighting... she is fighting....come on lulu shine on through..

ONE, sometimes it all we need. One small step. One small movement. One..... step towards a very very very long recovery.