Mary-Elizabeth has become a great writer.

In my life time I have been through cancer twice and spent 10 year dealing with it and its effects, but I am still standing here. I am lucky. I call the time spent dealing with cancer as being in  Cancer World. Unfortunately, ever day new people are thrown into this world, floundering trying to figure out what has happened. It is this reason that my mother started a nonprofit called The Wishing Rock Project. This is a small, but growing group of people reaching out to families, at Seattle Children’s Hospital, whose child have been touched by cancer and whose families are struggling to survive being part of Cancer World. We create and deliver bags filled will essential and special items that might help as the new families begin their pain staking battle.  We found the items really helpful and while the collection is sort of weird on the surface, each item has a deep meaning.  

My mother has been delivering the bags, but I knew I should be the one delivering so that the parents can see that surviving is possible. Despite my knowing what was right, I was terrified because I wasn’t sure how seeing a child in the same position I was in just 2 and 3 years before was going to affect me or how many bad memories it would bring back.  I finally  summoned up the courage to deliver a bag to a family that had been in contact with Wishing Rock.  I arrived and introduced myself to the parents and the look of hope on their faces when they saw me will stay with me forever. I talked with the mother sharing my wisdom of what to expect and answering questions on how to deal with various situations that might arise. The healing power of Honey Nut Cheerio, Metro Mint Water and cheese cake can never be under estimated.   I also sat down with the 6 year old girl and told her despite how yucky she felt right now, things will be better. Showing this family that there is a light at the end of the darkness was the best feeling I have ever had. I learned I was strong enough to help others in the same situation I had been in and make their scary situation a little less scary. I now deliver bags when I am able and do not plan on stopping anytime soon.

Moments

We keep marching forward but sometimes it is necessary to step back and spend a few moments in the past. 

I found this picture with some other's.  I don't know when it was put away but sometimes it is good to see take them out and look.  My daughter will laugh at the glasses. Jerry Tapia will be dismayed that he ever ever did my hair like this.  I am amazed that I knit three sweaters for Mary-Elizabeth and her cousins.  I am amazed I convinced a guy from Astoria to come to Cannon Beach and take the family pictures.  We are sort of once in 20 years sort of folks. 

I am still pounding away at becoming employed.  Mary-E and Tucker are off doing college things.  The world keeps moving forward no matter what we do but it is good to take a few moments and pause and think about the good things from our past. 

Boy what a difference 20 years can make.  WE both are still very very cute. 

Sunning Turtles

Reminded me it was important to take a few moments, when the sun arrives.  

I am sure 93% of Seattle is out soaking up some much needed vitamin D.  I let myself spend a bit of time in the sun. 

Long Drives and Short Stops

Went on a quick jaunt over the mountains, through the high desert, through the winter wheat fields to Spokane. 

Watched Samuel Page become an Esquire.  He has only the "bar" to jump over and then he is off to work on his life as a lawyer. 

Gonzaga does it right.  Lots of good speakers, some  nice bag pipes and a president that looked a bit like Dracula but then maybe that was what he was going for with a bunch of new lawyer wannabes as his main audience.

Mary-E was able to catch up with a couple of her friends. One friend graduated, another will be there next year.  Spent some time with Father Housman.  He took us on as a special project during her transplant.  He some memory issues but eventually makes the connection and then becomes totally present for us.  He had a stroke 5 years ago and taught himself to walk and talk and all the rest.  He will be a good guy for her to have around.  He walked us out and then began to walk like a bat out of hell.  I think ME nailed it when she said, he taught himself how to walk and is like a toddler, he has one speed.

It was a good way to begin to grasp the real possibility of returning her to school.  She is willing to leave the Children's Hospital bubble and feel better about it.  Little connections to what she knows and remembers.  Leaving happened so fast.  Hopefully re-entry will happen with a bit more control and organization.

We have been on the world's longest road trip.  Time for it to come to an end.  Tires are good. Oil has been changed. Car will be washed.  Three months.  We will do the trip again and when we do it will be to end Cancer Part II.  Need to figure out something spectacular to celebrate, other then a Blizzard at Dairy Queen in CleElum.

I Sat By a Guy named Brad

On the way back from New York.  He was coming here for Christmas.  He was from Southern California.

He had lived in Seattle for a number of years.  He owns a company, lives in Berlin and while at the University of Washington came down with Lymphoma.  While he could have been treated at Children's  he was at the  University and when the big merger happened under the SCCA.  

When he asked why Mary-E did not have a Port, I knew he was one of us or had someone in his life that was from Cancer World.  We had a very long talk.  I was most interested in how his life was now.  What he had experiences over the past few years.  You know I asked him a million questions. 

Brad told me it took him almost 5 years to really feel good again. He counted each and every day a good one when he woke up and had energy.  He has crafted a life for himself that works.  He travels  a lot.  He spent time with friends and family and lived in a place he fell in love with, Berlin.  

I don't know if I let him know how much our visit lifted my spirits.  We spend so much time in Cancer World managing a the crisis d'jour that it is hard to see 5 years down the road, let alone 10.  

I know Mary-E was almost 5 years out when she relapsed so we should have been pretty darn happy.  But you, know, she never felt like survivor.  She always hated that word and relapse was the word that cast the biggest shadow.

Thanks Mr. Brad.