Onward and Upward

We made it through a week of sick kids and at the end of it Mike is still healthy!  Mike is still on antibiotics for the sinus infection but they are working - he has no  more symptoms and he never developed a fever. We praise God, I know he had His hand on Mike all week because it is a miracle he didn't run into serious problems given the circumstances.  We are so thankful.

Since Thursday Mike has had increasing strength and stamina. He is easing back into work and he is preaching for the first time in almost 4 months. He has really missed work. I love watching him get back to doing what he loves.  Tomorrow Mike is going to share his perspective on walking through cancer and all that God has taught him.  We are going to try and link his message to the blog so if you want to hear Mike's voice you can.  We'll see how it goes  I'm not a techie, but we do have friends who are.

Mike's mom arrived on Friday she is helping us run Kids camp.  The weekend has been bustling and our house has turned into a bee hive of activity as we prepare for next week. I think our doorbell rang 20 times on Friday, our entry way and basement are filling up with camp supplies but I'm not complaining for it's a great change from our last few months.  Our family is starting to integrate back into our "normal" life and it feels great.

Next week will be a whirlwind as our small church hosts 85 children from our community.  This week is always exhausting but is also so much fun.  This event is very close to our heart and this is the first year Mike isn't at the center of all the activity.  Volunteers have put in countless hours to make this happen and we are standing back in amazement, watching everything come together. "Thank you" just doesn't cut it, for all the work and sacrifice that the volunteers have given.  I know God will be glorified this week and we get to be a part of it.

Please pray for a great week of camp as well as wisdom for our family to participate without over doing it.  We continue to navigate through recovery  -  onward and upward.

Because your love is better than life,
   my lips will glorify you.
 I will praise you as long as I live,
   and in your name I will lift up my hands. 

Psalm 63:3,4

Set Backs

This sinus infection has indeed felt like a set back.  Mike has been in a lot of pain but he is finding T3's are helping him endure the pain until the antibiotics kick in.  He has spent the day in bed with ice on his head. It is difficult to see him confined to our bed and struggling with discomfort again.  His body is weak from chemo, he is prone to getting infections, so we are coming to terms with the fact that set backs will be normal for awhile.

Our household is busy and bustling as ever. We spent the day in our yard, running through the sprinkler, playing sports, reading books. The boys and I finished off the day with a bar-b-que at Fleetwood park with my sister and our neighbors. All in all the day went well, but I'm back to long busy days again.

Our church puts on a kids camp next week.  The camp is always a lot of work, but it is a highlight of our year. This week feels like a juggling act between caring for Mike, managing the household, planning for camp and squeezing in some summer time fun with the kids.  The highlight of my day was tucking the kids in to bed, looking around at the mess in the house and deciding to put off clean up until I'd had a good walk with my good friend.  I  spontaneously called up my friend and we both abandoned dishes and tidying for the great outdoors and good conversation.  Ahhh, I came home refreshed and it was worth the late night clean up.

I'm a day late posting this entry because my writing was interrupted by our son who woke up with a nightmare. While I'm at it,  I'll give you a brief update on today.

Mike is doing much better today. He was out of bed all day and  he has been able to manage his sinus pain with regular Tylenol.  Unfortunately, his stomach is really upset by the antibiotics.  He seems to have residual stomach ulcers from all the chemo, so taking more pills is the last thing he feels like doing but it is necessary.  Eating has been a challenge again, Mike is down to the weight he was when I met him 12 years ago, but he looks healthy.

Our children have been keeping us busy. Tyler has been having night time tantrums for the last 4 nights.  He wakes up a couple of times a night and is hysterical.  He is very difficult to settle and he is unable to verbalize what is upsetting him.  We are not sure if he is in pain, having a nightmare or just expressing the stress he may have been feeling over the last few months. His sleep patterns are poor which makes for moody days. Tonight Toby came down with a fever and vomiting, so unfortunately we are not home free from sickness yet. No matter how much Lysol I use or how much laundry I do, sickness seems to move from one child to the next.  Please pray for protection for Mike as we would love to avoid another set back.  We will see what God has planned. He certainly is teaching us to live in the present and trust Him with our future.

"I have learned the secret of being content in any and every situation, whether well fed or hungry, whether living in plenty or in want.  I can do all this through Him who gives me strength." Philippians 4:12-13

So my goal is to be content, even with set backs.

The Lord is my Shepherd

Recovery

Though we celebrated Mike's last day of chemo over a week ago,  recovery is proving to be more difficult than we had anticipated.  Since we began treatment three months ago we have been counting down the days until it is over. Now that is over, we were hoping to have our life back, our Mike back.  The recovery stage is proving to be the biggest test of patience for both Mike and I.  There is no date on the calender telling us when Mike will be completely normal again, we just have to wait and take it one day at a time.  The last cycle of chemo has felt long and tedious; recovery isn't happening at the pace we had anticipated.  Mike is trying to engage in "normal" activities but he quickly finds himself back in a place of  shortness of breath, weakness and needing to find a place to rest.  He is tired of resting and he is mentally ready to do everything he would normally do but physically he has no stamina.  It is truly an exercise in waiting and patience.

"We Take Care of Each Other"

Mike and I seem to alternate between being in places of weakness and strength.  I reached my breaking point earlier this week when our family was offered a week of rest and relaxation at a family camp on Keats island.  This camp is a place designed for families to have time together, it offers a beautiful setting away from the city, and also provides programs for kids so that parents can receive time for spiritual renewal.  This week is exactly what I've been craving but Mike's body is not ready for travel just yet.  I felt crushed to pass this opportunity by, and yet Mike had to decide what was best for his body and his health.  It was the right decision, but it was hard for me to swallow because I'm ready  for a vacation. The next day, I reached the end of my rope, I was tense, testy and tired.  The tables turned and my family took care of me.  One special moment was when  Toby put his hand on my shoulder and repeated the phrases  I usually use with him. He said,  " Mommy I can see you are feeling grumpy. That's okay that you are feeling grumpy. Maybe you need a little time out". He was right, I did need a time out!  Later that evening I was venting my feelings to Mike as I tackled the evening chores.  Mike stopped my flurry of activity, sat me down in a chair, ordered me to sit and listen to this one song, he then passed me my running shoes and sent me out for a run.  I was moved by the amazing melody and words of this song by Jeremy Riddle:

Let the pain, in my life
Find it's healing, in Your eyes
Every hurt, every loss
Pull me closer, to Your heart
Let the wind and the waves
Bring anew, courage and a faith
I'm singing out, singing out...

The Lord is my Shepherd and I want for nothing
You lead me to water for You know I'm thirsting
And I, am only satisfied, by You

Every day, I make a choice
To be led, only by your voice
To be bold and unafraid
Knowing I am covered, I am safe
For even now, in my need
You are proving yet again to me,
You are there, You are there, Always there

Fresh perspective from these words and some endorphins from my run helped to push my restart button.  I collapsed on the couch beside Mike, my smile was back and I said somewhat sheeplishly: "You know my worst side comes out with you because I trust you". He laughed and said sincerely, "I know". I  thanked him for taking such good care of me and he replied  "We take care of each other".  This has been a very trying season for both of us, but I'm so thankful we have God and each other. 

Play

We are coming to terms with the fact that recovery may be slow and we will have to seize the small opportunities to play and laugh.  Saturday night I came down the stairs after tucking the kids into bed, to find a giant beach ball as the new center piece in our living room. Mike was blowing up a home-made, 10 foot tall beach ball with my hair dryer which he planned to use the following day for Kids Church. I've lived with Mike Roth long enough by now that this sort of thing shouldn't surprise me, but it still makes me laugh. So at the end of a day, even the grumpy ones, it  helps me to sing, run, and play.

                                                       

 Can't Plan -  Can Pray

Recovery is unpredictable. Each day is so different, and planning is nearly impossible.  For example, on Sunday Mike and I put on a special event for Kids Church, socialized with friends over lunch, and Mike even went for a ride in a top of the line Nissan sports car with a friend.  The following day was a total contrast,  I felt like I had stepped foot on to a busy medical ward.. I spent the night looking after our son who had come down with a fever and spent the morning looking after Mike who woke with an excruciating sinus headache. I quickly got on the phone, discussed his symptoms with the cancer clinic and then arranged an appointment with the doctor.  His immune system is still very weak from chemo so the runny nose he had caught from the kids this week turned into a sinus infection. He started on antibiotics and pain killers and has spent the rest of the day in bed.

We can't predict how much we should or shouldn't take on. We can see in hindsight that we were too ambitious on Sunday and now we will have to take it back a notch again.   It is encouraging when Mike takes steps forward and discouraging to take steps backwards. We are trying to get back to our normal life but God has a different plan.  He is teaching us to be patient.  Ultimately, we are coming to terms with the fact that though we reached the end date of chemo on our calender; we haven't crossed the finish line of our marathon yet. So instead of striving to jump back into normal life,  I've started to pray this prayer from Colossians 1:10 - 11:

We continually ask God to fill you with the knowledge of his will through all the wisdom and understanding that the Spirit gives, so that you may live a life worthy of the Lord and please him in every way: bearing fruit in every good work, growing in the knowledge of God,  being strengthened with all power according to his glorious might so that you may have great endurance and patience

Wiggle

We Did It

Today was Mike's last day going to the chemo room for treatment.  In some ways it feels like yesterday that I sat down at this computer for the fist time and wrote: Day 1 of Chemo. I remember at the end of our first week of treatment looking ahead and thinking I can't imagine how we are going to do this for three months.   Here we are. We did it!  

Good

Over the course of Mike's therapy I have gone to very few of his treatments because the kids need me. Over the past 3 months we have had so many friends help drive Mike to chemo, but today I was determined to walk out of the cancer clinic for THE LAST TIME as a family! So against all odds I woke up 2 boys from naps and battled rush hour to watch my husband be unhooked from his last dose. It was good for the boys to see where Daddy has been going, to see the IV, to ask questions, to meet the nurses.  They were both all smiles and eager to hop up on his lap.   We are so thankful for the great care we received at the cancer clinic which made this experience less frightening and more bearable.  We thanked the nurses and left FVCC hoping that we never have to go back.

As we made our way across the parking lot in the rain, arms full of children, diaper bags slung from our shoulders,  I smiled at my brave husband and said: "I'm so proud of you, you did it!".  He looked at our boys and then at me and replied, "We did it!".  I wouldn't recommend this experience to anyone but it has brought us closer together as a family and it has brought out humility, compassion, courage and faith in all of us (our kids included).  God brings out GOOD even in the most difficult experiences.

                                             And we know that God causes everything
                                              to work together for the GOOD

                                              of those who love God and are called 

                                              according to his purpose

                                              Romans 8:28

Wiggle

So here we are, chemo is officially over but I don't feel like we have emerged from the fog quite yet. Mike's last round of chemo has dragged on the longest. His body has been badly beaten by chemo and his strength and energy are taking longer to return.  This is to be expected after four rounds of intense treatment, but we are struggling to be patient. The end is in sight and though we are all tired, we are also eager to race ahead and dive back into life.  Each day that Mike gains strength I'm getting progressively more tired.  The pace and stress of these last 6 months is catching up to me.

One morning I was celebrating that Keegan had slept through the night and my mom informed me that that wasn't the case -  I just didn't hear him.  I'm not one to let my baby "cry it out" so after a few moments of guilt I just had to shrug my shoulders and remind myself I'm doing the best that I can.  Each day that my husband is getting stronger,  I'm giving myself permission to be weak. The mess may pile up, the house isn't in order, but I feel at peace to lie in the middle of the floor with my children playing around me because my body is demanding rest. I may be weary but I feel peace and joy in knowing that Mike is recovering, he is getting better. Praise God.

   My good friend, who has experienced similar challenges, posted a comment that perfectly describes what this last week has felt like and what I anticipate the next little while will be like. She wrote:  I'm hoping these days get better and better for you as you wiggle into a new routine and real recovery! "Wiggle"  is the perfect description for the adjustments we are going through as Mike recovers.  It is a dance of one step forward, one step back and many adjustments along the way.  The days are certainly getting better, but the challenge for me has been perspective and patience.  Mike has been so encouraging and through his love and care for me I've been reminded that though chemo may be done, God isn't finished teaching us to wait on him, to hand over our plans, and to trust him with the next chapter in our lives.

                                                           A Gift

Last night a young girl from our church showed up unexpectedly at our door with a gift.  She just turned 13 and she already inspires others by her generosity and kind heart.  She presented Mike with these beautifully framed embroidered words:

He that dwells in the secret place of the most High 

shall abide under the shadow of the Almighty.

Psalm 91:1

As we say goodbye to chemo and slowly wiggle back into our life,  I know that God has us exactly where He wants us to be - abiding in the shadow of the Almighty!

Wait and See

Three sick kids is never fun. We had a really terrible night, but the kids turned the corner by morning. I  would describe my night as "the Yo Yo  night".  I'm sure all parents can relate to these kind of nights. Spend 20 minutes in bed and pop up with one child, drift off to sleep for 30 minutes and back up with another.  I finally gave up trying to sleep; finally by 4 am fevers were finally under control, Keegan had stopped crying and I got 3 hours of sleep before the day began.  Good thing I've functioned on night shifts before.  It is not fun but it is doable.

Toby seemed back to himself today. Tyler has very runny nose but has his usual spunk and energy. Keegan has a runny nose, cough and fussy periods, but all three of them made it through the day without a fever.  I anticipate that our 2 year old may run into some problems with his chest in a day or two, as he has asthma. However the other two seem to pulling through the common cold just fine.  The stressful part is that this cold has hit us during the week when Mike's immune system is totally depleted.  He is receiving G-Csf shots every night to help boost his neutraphils, so hopefully he will have enough reserve to fight off the bug.  

Mike has stayed isolated in our room all day and the kids aren't allowed close to him. With noses streaming it is very hard to keep things sanitary in our home, but we are trying.  Mike has had a runny nose this evening, but no aches or fever.  We will just have to wait and see.

Otherwise Mike is starting to feel a bit better.  His appetite is starting to improve, the nausea has mostly subsided and other than a few mouth sores there haven't been any new side effects from chemo.  He feels good as long as he is resting. When he starts to move around he notices that he is still very weak.  Since he can't spend any time with the family, he has started to putter on some work stuff.  He is motivated, positive and enjoying getting some things accomplished.  The day goes by so much quicker when he is working on something purposeful.  He is "so done" with aimless entertainment to pass the time. 

We are all missing being together as a family.  The boys keep sneaking up towards Daddy's room and it feels so wrong to be keeping them apart.  Tonight as we said bedtime prayers Toby prayed: " Jesus, please take away all the runny noses in our family so we can be with Daddy again, and Tyler prayed " Thank you for Daddy".  I am praying fervently that Mike doesn't get this cold so he can keep regaining strength instead of being knocked down once again.  We don't know how the rest of our week will unfold; it may go smooth with quick recoveries or if Mike develops a fever we will be in for a crazy ride. Right now all we can do is wait, and trust God. As much as I would love to be in control of how our week unfolds, I am learning that God is in control and He always does what is right for us  - even if it is hard. Looking back at how God has taken care of us so far, gives me the peace I need for today and the strength to face the unknown.

Wait patiently for the Lord.

Be brave and courageous.

Yes, wait patiently for the Lord.

Psalm 27:14

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Something for me.....

Today I did something for me. Since March I have been gradually dropping all the small things I did for myself even down to basic human activities.  I will admit that some weeks I only get to shower once or twice,  there might be time to clip my nails but certainly not paint them.  After we had our third baby, I worked to schedule in a few Jana activities to keep me sane (like running or bootcamp).  I have put those little pleasures aside for this season. Cancer has required me to serve my family to a whole new level and it hasn't been that hard because of the love I have for them.  Giving everything I have of myself to God and my family has been a very good exercise for me; my heart feels fulfilled as I focus all my energy outward.

Today I took 3 whole hours to myself and booked an appointment with the hairdresser.  Our life has been so crazy this year that it has been over a year since I have had a hair cut.  That is a new record for me. Needless to say I have never enjoyed getting foils and a hair cut more than I did today.  It was such a treat to do something for me.

                                                                       The New "Do"
                                                                   
The fun part of my day quickly came to an end when I came home to find that colds and flus have come back to visit our home.  I rolled up my sleeves and started taking temperatures, pushing fluids, giving Tylenol, cool baths and hugs.  All of our children came down with sickness suddenly. Toby and Keegan have been spiking temperatures throughout the afternoon, and Tyler has a runny nose and cough. Mike has been quarantened to our room and the children are not allowed to go near him.  My mom and I are working hard to take care of kids and keep things as clean and as separate as possible. I am very concerned for Mike.  He is encouraging me not to worry about what might be and we are both praying like crazy for protection. So far it is looking like tonight is going to be a busy night at our house. As I stripped our little baby down to his onsie, nursed him to sleep, and felt his little body burning up next to mine, I began praying.  This verse came to me as I was praying.

Trust in the LORD with all your heart
   and lean not on your own understanding;
in all your ways submit to him,
   and he will make your paths straight.

Proverbs 3: 5-6

 

 



 

Recap on Week 1 of our last cycle of chemo

I have a few more minutes in my day since my mom has arrived, so I finally have some energy to recap our week for you.  This last cycle has felt the most difficult physically but probably the easiest mentally.  Physically, we are both weary; I am tired of being a single parent and Mike's body has been badly beaten down by chemo.  However mentally we know the end is in sight and so much of the stress has been lifted knowing that Mike's test results are good.  We praise God.

I'll push rewind until last weekend and recap the ups of downs of our journey as we head into the last few miles of our marathon.

Man Camp

So we ramped up to our last cycle of treatment in kind of an unconventional way - we sent Mike to "Man Camp".  Some guys in our church organized a camp-out for men at Harrison Lake.  They loaded up tent trailers, RV's, our van, and Scott's big blue truck for some adventures in the wild.  A bit of risk while undergoing chemotherapy, but well worth it.   Mike didn't do any of the work he just went along for the ride and enjoyed some good food and great fellowship.  It was so refreshing for his soul to be out in nature with his closest friends, talking, laughing and praying together.  During Mike's sick weeks he goes days where he is isolated so it was nice to use some of his energetic moments to reconnect with friends.

Man camp was definitely more of a sacrifice for me.  Three days on my own with the kids is intense at the best of times let alone when I'm thinking ahead to the weeks we have awaiting us.  I knew in my heart that camping was exactly the lift Mike needed so I was motivated to try and get through the weekend with a positive attitude, but it wasn't easy.

Thankfully there were many other ladies who were also missing their husbands so we did some of the chaos together.  Friday night my sister and a good friend came over and we pooled together our food and made a delicious breakfast for dinner.  We had five kids under 4 running underfoot so there wasn't any time to sit and visit. But somehow the comradeship in chaos makes it easier to endure. Saturday I met up with friends at a park and we really did have a lovely day.

                                                          
By Sunday I was counting down the minutes until Mike came home hoping for a bit of a break.  It was great to see him but I could see he was tired and needed to rest more than I did. I pushed through to bedtime, looked around at the state of our house, and flopped onto the bed beside Mike and had a pity party for myself. I complained and expressed my feelings of dread for the next cycle of chemo.  I only got a couple of minutes into my whining when our door bell rang and I was met by a lady from our church grinning ear to ear as she handed me a huge Rubbermaid full of treasures. I could sense her excitement to give us this gift and instantly all the discouragement I had been feeling just melted away.  She had taken it upon herself to e-mail the church and collect gifts from anyone who wanted to lift our spirits.  We started to pull out item after item that were intentionally given to comfort, to soothe, to bring laughter and to create family memories.  Kites, beach toys, family games, coffee, girly bath goodies, candles, chocolates were all lovingly labeled with butterfly sticky notes that held words of encouragement.  This gift gave us new wind in our sails, the reminder to look up, and the knowledge that many people are cheering us on and holding us up in prayer. I was in a better state of mind to enter our last round of chemo.

Chemo

So far this round of chemo has been uneventful.  Mike goes in for approximately 5 hours of IV chemo and comes home a little more tired and nauseated every day. He is tired of taking pills, his hands are bruised and his veins are not happy about being poked. Needless to say Mike is counting down the days until he is finished. By the end of this week he has been retreating to the bedroom for a quiet place to rest and cope with nausea.  He continues to eat small amounts, but eating is a struggle.  He has moments where he has energy to interact with the boys but we have to stagger play times with frequent rests. One fun moment was eating popcorn and cheering for the canucks. Neither Mike or I are hockey fans but we felt obligated to watch the Stanley Cup finale when every vehicle driving into the complex had either cannucks flags attached to the roof or a driver wearing a jersey.  Here we are getting in to the spirit of hockey for the first time ever!

                                                     Enjoying the popcorn more than the game

Loss and Hope 

Most days Mike returns from chemo and rests, Tuesday was an exception. Mike pushed himself harder than usual but for a very important purpose. He went to chemo first thing in the morning, I picked him up at noon and we headed to a funeral for a neighbor who has also been suffering from cancer.  We haven't known George for long but he and his family have made a big impression on us and we care deeply for them in this difficult time of loss.  George has a wife and two small children ( 3 years and 5 years).  Mike had the privilege of visiting with George in his last days and it became apparent that George had supernatural peace through it all and a strong faith.  My heart aches for his family and I am so glad we were both able to attend the service.  I am so inspired by George's wife who has had a smile on her face in the midst of all their hardship. I didn't expect to come away from this memorial service with renewed faith and hope - but I did.  

Lazarus Come Out

The minister at the service gave a message that talked directly to the one fear in the back of my mind that I try to avoid thinking about: death.  This is something I don't  think about very often, but occasionally I get waves of fear that I might lose Mike to cancer. God spoke to me through his message and it was as though the biggest fear that lingers deep down in the back of my mind was lifted. The message brought us to a passage in John 11 that recounts the event where Jesus raises Lazarus from the dead.  This passage talks about how much Jesus loved Lasarus, it highlights His emapathy as He weeps with the family for their loss. It goes on to show how Jesus is more powerful than death. As the pastor read these verses I felt God meeting me in such a personal way and the truth of these words extinguished my fear and gave me hope. Mike has often assured me that no matter what happens it will be o.k and I know his hope stems from verses like these.


"So the sisters sent word to Jesus, “Lord, the one you love is sick.”  ⁴ When he heard this, Jesus said, “This sickness will not end in death. No, it is for God’s glory so that God’s Son may be glorified through it.” ⁵

“Lord,” Martha said to Jesus, “if you had been here, my brother would not have died. ²² But I know that even now God will give you whatever you ask.”
 ²³ Jesus said to her, “Your brother will rise again.”
 ²⁴ Martha answered, “I know he will rise again in the resurrection at the last day.”
 ²⁵ Jesus said to her, “I am the resurrection and the life. The one who believes in me will live, even though they die; ²⁶ and whoever lives by believing in me will never die. Do you believe this?”
 ²⁷ “Yes, Lord,” she replied, “I believe that you are the Messiah, the Son of God, who is to come into the world.”
When Jesus saw her weeping, and the Jews who had come along with her also weeping, he was deeply moved in spirit and troubled. ³⁴ “Where have you laid him?” he asked.
   “Come and see, Lord,” they replied.
 ³⁵ Jesus wept.
 ³⁶ Then the Jews said, “See how he loved him!”
So they took away the stone. Then Jesus looked up and said, “Father, I thank you that you have heard me. ⁴² I knew that you always hear me, but I said this for the benefit of the people standing here, that they may believe that you sent me.”
 ⁴³ When he had said this, Jesus called in a loud voice, “Lazarus, come out!” ⁴⁴ The dead man came out, his hands and feet wrapped with strips of linen, and a cloth around his face.

 I've seen peace and faith in my friend as she walks through this intense season of pain and loss. The only way I can make sense of her strength, is faith that :  The one who believes in me will live, even though they die.  These are concepts I have believed in my head for a long time but now God is giving me the opportunity to exercise my faith and believe them in my heart.  

Good Friends, Good Parks

On Thursday we were blessed again by the gift of 4 hours of housekeeping. It feels surreal to come home to a house where the housekeeper has gone so far as to clean bathrooms, floors, windows and even our kitchen cupboards.  This amazing gift allows me to put all of my energy towards my boys.  We made plans to be out of the house so she can clean without children undoing all the work. 

We headed out of the house for a fun morning of immunizations. I think we entertained the whole doctor's office with our antics getting all three children in and out of the tiny exam room.  We got through the drama of the shots and and went on to join my good friend for some adventures at the park. My friend and her sister are from the Caribbean; their hospitality, generosity and laid back approach to life almost make me feel like I'm on holidays.  We left their house about an hour and half later than planned but in the mean time I was well fed with poached eggs, chai tea, good conversation and amazing toys for the kids.  Between all of us we ventured to the Redwood park with 7 boys under the age of 5.  

Mom to the Rescue

As lovely as it was to spend the previous day in the beautiful setting of towering Redwood trees, I paid for it today with uncontrollable sneezing, itchy watery eyes and congestion.  I would have loved to join Mike all day in bed; unfortunately chemo trumps seasonal allergies and someone has to keep caring for our little guys.  Thankfully my mom arrived to help us out for the remainder of the week. I  have reached a new level of exhaustion, so there is nothing better than having mom here.

Father's Day

Mike is an amazing Dad.  He is fun, adventurous and he offers the boys experiences that I can't.  They work in the shop with daddy, wrestle and rough house, and our camping adventures don't happen without Mike maintaining our old Volkswagen. Mike is not only fun and playful but also tender with the kids. He is there to meet their needs, show them love and cheer them on.  He backs me up with the important matters of discipline and character development.  During this season of treatment I've had to do many days as a single parent and it has made me appreciate more than ever what a great father Mike is.  

I tend to be one of those wives who remembers Father's Day the night before and scrambles to Shoppers at midnight to pick up a card. This year I really wanted Mike to feel appreciated, but I was out of ideas.  At this point in his cycle of treatment, Mike is weak, tired and repulsed by most food.  So fancy meals were out, a day trip wasn't going to work either. Finally I decided to surprise Mike by cleaning both of our vehicles top to bottom.  Mike usually takes responsibility for anything car related and I have yet to wash a car since we have been married. During this season of chemo the vehicles have been very neglected.  I didn't realize how bad it was until  I found a tuna sandwich underneath one of the car seats which explained the odor in my van.  This project took all day. The boys were involved and we all got very wet.  At 9 pm I was just starting on the VW when our neighbor and his two sons walked over with buckets, rags and cans of "tire shinning stuff".  We had the van clean in no time.  So the present was a group effort. 

Sunday morning we started Mike's day by squeezing the whole family on the bed, opening cards and watching a video that the boys had made for him.  I interviewed them and they chattered on about what they love about Daddy.  We served him corn flakes in bed, which I know isn't exciting, but is about all he can tolerate.  In the afternoon we took a drive to Fort Langley in our clean van and sat by the river while the boys had a treat. It wasn't anything fancy or expensive but it was the most special Father's Day I have ever had.  As we navigate through sickness,  Mike and I are both making huge sacrifices, but the result has been greater thankfulness for each other and our children.

A Precious Moment

 Today my mom, Mike, and I were discussing details of lab times, chemo times, my doctor's appointment and trying to piece together the puzzle of who was going where, who was looking after kids and who was driving. As we were discussing details and trying to finalize the plan that worked best, our 4 year old chimes in " I need to go with daddy to the hospital to help him be brave". My heart swelled with love as I see his heart of compassion. But the practical side of me knew it wouldn't be wise as Mike is feeling unwell today.  Mike was so touched by Toby's offer, he was ready to make it work. As I tried to reason with Toby, he continued with conviction: " I don't care if it is boring, I can handle it, I want to go with Daddy!"  O.k this was a new piece of the puzzle we needed to fit in.  

My mom looked after the two little boys while Toby and I dropped daddy off,  ran to my appointment and back to the chemo room for the remainder of the treatment.  Toby is normally cautious of new environments, shy of strangers, and nervous of doctors. However today he walked into the chemo room with confidence and determination. He had a job to do: "help daddy be brave". Toby was waving to the other patients, introducing himself to the nurses, and chattering continually. I was completely blown away.  He hopped up on dad's lap examined the IV and beamed with love. So did his Dad. I even brought the camera but I was so caught up in the moment I forgot to take a picture. Oh well, it was a precious moment to remember.

 It has taken me awhile but I think I've finally caught up on sharing the highs and lows, joys and sorrows of another week in chemo. Hopefully the last cycle ever!