6 Months of Chemo Later...

Summer was a whirlwind of change, Scott's had 6 months of chemo and lost nearly 120 lbs. He just celebrated his 47th birthday. Birthday's used to be no big deal for my hunter. This was birthday number two since his diagnosis. 2 more birthday's than we initially thought we would have together. Celebrating birthday's means a lot more at our house these days. Especially to him.

Physically, Scott is healthy. His blood pressure is amazing. His eye sight is great. Hearing- totally normal. He has had only 2 seizures since the initial episode on February 14, 2014. He is active. He golfs. He keeps himself busy with projects around the house. He is grocery shopping, running kids and still finding time to hunt. Emotionally, he is trying to learn to connect and be present in our lives.

I've made a career change. I was offered an amazing job opportunity. It's the kind of career that comes along once in a life- time. We are so blessed to have been able to switch roles and not miss a beat. It is extremely therapeutic for me to have something to focus my time and attention on, that gives me other people to help find hope for, in addition to my family and myself.

We moved this summer. We now live on a dirt road with fields and pastures and wide open spaces. It's the kind of place my hunter always dreamed of having. Space to roam. Being a farm kid from the country, this place in  a way, reconnects him of  parts of his youth he loves so much. The outdoors a sanctuary for Scott and very therapeutic. It helps keep him connected to who he feels he is and why he loves to hunt. I am grateful, every single day, we have this opportunity and ability to give our family this kind of stability. Not everyone in our situation is as fortunate.

I've been wrestling with so many emotions- good bad, indifferent, it's been difficult to sort them all out. I haven't done much more than our daily routine, eat, cry and sleep. A new job, a new home, and new husband, all within a very short time has left me feeling completely lost at times, though none of these changes are "bad."

That's the thing with change, even positive change can be difficult to get used to.

My ten year old summed it up very articulately when we moved. She was sad about leaving the old neighborhood and her friends, although she will remain in the same school for the school year. She was sad about leaving her room, and the yard, even though her new room is painted with her favorite color and she gets so much more space inside and out. When I mentioned all the wonderful things about these changes, she looked up at me with her big brown eyes full of tears and explained.

"Being here is like going to visit grandma. We are all together and it's okay for few days. But you know you're staying at some else's house and just want to go back home. It feels like we're just visiting and it smells weird."

We are just visiting until we can make ourselves reconcile that we can't go back. This is our new normal.

Our house smells like new paint and freshly shampooed carpet. This isn't bad, but it's not the familiar smell we were used to.  It's the smell, along with the comforts, memories and the people, that make it feel like home to my daughter. We will get there again, it will just take time.

Life right now is exactly like we have gone to stay somewhere else for awhile.  We have to adjust to a new way of life in every aspect, all at once, and it's not easy for anyone. We've moved past the honeymoon of this new trial with all it's ups and downs, into the difficulty of actually living.

Actually living, in spite of all the heartache and change we are enduring, is the real challenge. It is MUCH easier to quit and give up. It is MUCH easier to say this is bigger than us. It is SO MUCH easier to drown our sorrows in whatever or whoever and yell, fight and argue and give in to despair.

I've done many hard things in my life. Endured much tragedy, sorrow and shame. Of these difficulties, one of the hardest has been to watch the man I love become a completely different person and continue to love him through this. How do you find understanding or acceptance where there is none? How does someone continue to get their own needs met along the way without completely losing it?  I still have to be a mother to my children and faithful wife to my husband.

I have had to learn how to do my life in a completely different way than I have for the last 16 years and quickly. I have had to adapt to so much more chaos, loneliness, and failure than I ever thought was humanly possible to adapt to. I have had months of feeling defeated and frustrated and utterly heartbroken that this is how life has turned out for the time being.

The thing is, I know I am not alone in any of those feelings. My children and Scott feel the same way. Scott was told he has fatal disease. Once you hear you have cancer, and it's most likely fatal, you can't un-hear that. Learning how to accept his own inevitable death might have been a whole lot easier had he been prepared from childhood, that dying is how we all leave here.

I don't say that in jest. We all spend more time than we can account for, pretending death doesn't really affect us, until we are faced with our own or someone else's. We don't talk about it, we don't prepare for it, really. Death isn't usually part of everyday conversation with our closest family and friends. We don't prepare for funerals and memorials like we do for weddings and happier occasions.

But what if we did?

Death is part of this life experience, no matter how we come to it. We might want to get used to that idea, so we can live while we're here. This is where I'm so grateful for the the faith I have, that it's not over when it's over. I know there is more to come and death is not the end.

We are working on life the way we need it to be for now. There is therapy and counseling happening on many levels. We all have school, jobs, outings and activities that have nothing what-so-ever to do with cancer. We have wonderful friends who are there to help pick up pieces when we can't do it alone. We still have each other. And we all deal with cancer in our own way.

Scott takes an oral chemotherapy drug called Temador. He initially did 7 weeks of radiation and chemo together in March, just 2 months after brain surgery.  He had take the oral chemo everyday, along with going every day to the doctor for the 7 minute radiation treatment.  He lost hair in the spots the radiation touched. His hair has all grown back. His scar has healed very nicely. You can't see it at all. He had a two month break from chemo and started up again in May. The drug is harsh.

He starts with 2 pills Sunday night and takes 2 each night before bed until Thursday- the week of his therapy. He has 6 more months of treatment.  Possibly more if it continues to shrink the tumor or at least halt the growth, which is what is happening right now. He gets blood drawn every month, twice. Once just after he starts chemo and once just before he has to start the next round. He gets an MRI every other month to monitor the tumor. He goes the university hospital in Aurora every month to see his neuro-oncologist. He still takes a large daily dose of anti seizure medication. This is the routine.

He can't work a normal job or keep a normal routine because the side effects of the chemo are still very unpredictable right now and the anti- seizure medication restricts the kind of work he can do. My hunter struggles with feeling lost and worthless because his livelihood was taken from him. The emotional toll has been devastating. We are working on it, but this takes a lot of time and getting used to.

Chemo makes Scott sick. Causes constipation, irritability and sleeplessness. He doesn't eat much during chemo week. He has to take anti-nausea medication to prevent throwing up several times each day, along with other over the counter medications to help with headache and bowel function. His entire body aches. He gets extremely tired. For the first few days, it isn't as bad. But by day 3 he is feeling it full force. Then at day 5 it's very hard to function. Day 7, he starts feeling better because the drugs are getting out of his system and it takes about 2 weeks for him to really feel good again. Just in time to start all over again. He gets very sad, depressed and angry. His brain is still healing from surgery and he is learning to adapt to personality and thought process changes. We get one good week a month, if we're lucky.

Unless you live with this, it's hard to imagine what it actually takes to LIVE and not simply survive. It takes a lot more compassion and understanding than you think you are capable of, from yourself and everyone. It takes a lot of vulnerability and admitting when you need help. It takes more humility, and more willingness to simply let go. It also takes more selflessness and at the same time more intention to take care of yourself. There is a very delicate balance of too much or not enough of all of these things.

I discovered no one knows exactly how to tell us to get through this. No one has the answers we need. We get to discover for ourselves how we gain the kind of self control it requires to admit you don't know a damn thing and hope you can learn to fly the plane as you are building it.

This is how all of life actually unfolds.

I didn't know how to be parent before I actually became one. I had theories. But until I had to put those theories into action, I had no idea what it would really take, emotionally or physically. I ended up being more wrong than right with those theories. I thought I knew how to be a good and faithful wife. But until all of those theories are tested, I won't really know and some ideas are not really functional or sustainable for long periods of time.

The difficulty of this situation often leaves me and Scott at odds with other and wondering if it wouldn't really just be easier if we went our separate ways. I know for sure it would not be easier. It would just be a different kind of difficult. Leaving is the negative action which easily comes to mind when something gets really tough.

There is another way to look at this.

What if...

What if we forget this right now and do something else, even if that means we need to ignore each other for short time? What if we spend more time doing things that make us happy? What if we admit we don't like what is happening and make every effort to stop reacting in negative ways, even when the situation is negative? What if we recognize there isn't anyone to blame? What if we focus more on being happy in spite of our circumstances? What if we are doing all we can? What if we give ourselves permission to do the best we can and even when we fall short, all we can do is good enough?

This is what we do. We have bad days, a lot of them. But we also have good days. We forgive and start again. We are learning to adapt quickly to change. This is not a bad life skill to have.  We are working on ourselves, because we should have been doing that all along. We are living a life, despite the fact we are all dying.

We've both made our funeral plans, have advanced directives in place, life insurance policies and have taken as much of the financial worry out of this situation for our family as possible. For the record, I will not be having a funeral. It will be a grand a party. I want those who love me, to let me know in life and not wait until I am gone to mourn the time we could have had together. Scott feels the same way. We are talking more about these things with each other and trying to fight the urge to shield the kids from this topic. None of us get out of here alive, so we might as well get used to that idea and truly live while we still can.

I used to feel ashamed and guilty because I knew you weren't supposed to go to bed angry. But guess what? I've gone to bed mad. I've said things I wish I could take back. I have done things I wish I hadn't. So has Scott. We are still married and still lowing each other with all we have.

There is nothing easy about dealing with life's most difficult situations. We have NOTHING to be ashamed of. Bad things happen. They will continue to happen no matter how good or bad we are. The difference in getting through or giving up is putting all of our own theories into actual practice. Then, being willing to admit we didn't know what we thought we knew or even what we needed to,  if our theory is wrong. Keep on working on it until something else happens. That's it. It's a choice.

Someday, chemo will end. Hopefully with the best result possible. Until then, we can't put our lives on hold. We are still here, right now. Teaching our children how to deal with adversity, admitting we don't know everything upfront we need to in life, and living while we're dying. It's messy, uncomfortable and a bit like a t.v. sitcom or drama. Depends on the day.

Stay tuned...

We're finding ways of fleshing out hope all around us. Sometimes, other people bring that hope right to us in surprising and unexpected ways. When we get it, we grab on and keep going with it in a new direction.

Laughing, crying, dying, living, celebrating, and hoping all along the way.

The 25%

There are a lot of statistics about the success of relationships when one partner becomes seriously ill. Numerous people have actually said to me, "I don't know how you do it. It must be so hard to stay."

Yep. It's hard to stay but it would be harder to leave. When the thought creeps in of how easy it would be not to deal with this disease...I remember that life wasn't easy before this happened to us either. To measure the success of a relationship based on how easy or difficult it is, is pointless in the big scheme of things.

You must know sorrow to understand and embrace joy. Opposition in all things, is what makes us grow and reach beyond what we think we are capable of at the time.

Scott and I have been married for 17 years. All of them hard in one way or another. We don't live a fairy tale life by any means. We have fought, literally, to stay together. Every time the world says, "Why do you stay?" We show them and we grow stronger.

I read the other day that 75% percent of couples who have one spouse diagnosed with a serious illness, mental, physical, or terminal, do not stay together. Not because one spouse dies, but because one, or both leave the relationship. I wondered if this is really true.

Being sick or sharing a life with someone who is, to say the very least, is difficult on many levels for many reasons. No one is sheltered from a life altering diagnosis. It changes everything, and many people, it seems, don't have the ability to accept and grow with what comes.

The words to describe something so difficult don't come easy. Finding hope and hanging on when everyday seems more hopeless than the next, can be terrifying and exhausting. Giving up does seem easier at times, but giving up doesn't solve the problem.

At the end of the day, Scott still has brain cancer. I wish every moment of every day that he didn't, but he does. There is not much he or I can do to change that, outside of treatment and hope. The only way to win the war is to keep marching forward, so that's what we do. Right, wrong, or indifferent. We keep fighting.

We fight with each other. We have bad days. We struggle with depression, sadness, anger, and guilt. We feel sorry for each other and for our kids. This was not the way we planned to live our lives.

The way I see it, we have some options. We can leave...and he still has brain cancer. We can fight and argue, and guess what? He still has cancer. We can feel defeated and frustrated, letting all the negative in and surround us in it's unfairness...

Or

We can find ways to be thankful for the time we have together. We can embrace the life we have and make the best of it. We can keep our chins up and remember in the moments when it is hard, why we love each other in the first place and wanted to have a life together.

I say this all the time, nothing about this is easy. But I have come to realize that isn't true. Living with Scott, is easier than living without him. I know this. Some days are just brutal, no matter who you are or what you face.

Getting to have love in my life is something I cannot take for granted, no matter how hard it is to keep going. I won't just walk away because this isn't what I signed up for. The hope is, neither will Scott.

Days are getting better and better as time and healing goes on. We take them as they come and do our best. The thing I work on most is forgiving myself for the moments when I feel myself breaking. The moments I am so angry about the things I have to do now and the life I am still mourning, the times when I feel weak and afraid of what will be.

But they are usually just moments. I find if I can let them be and move through those times and not take up residence there, I can forgive myself and get on to something more productive.

I have learned, that even in suffering, love can shine through. When my faith fails me, I look for love and whenever I see it, there is hope waiting to be found right along with it. I don't know what the future brings, but I do know that the 25% of us who  make it through without leaving...

Are all in the best of company. Hopes finds those who look for it.

Honey, I Shrunk My Tumor!

It's a hard day when we have to go see the doctor. I used to think going in for my annual lady exam was the worst...this beats that, hands down. Seeing the oncologist, a fancy medical term for cancer doctor, reminds us of how real this all is, every single time we go.

I wish I could say we live daily in the reality of what we are dealing with here. But we don't. We pretend a lot. At least, I do. It's easier to think of everything as fine. I suppose for the most part it really, truly is. Except, when we get in the car to make that trip to the clinic. Once we pull in and valet park; as soon as we're inside that cancer center, it becomes all too real. There's no escaping what we are really doing here.

Today we made our way up to the second floor to check into the lab, so blood could be drawn and analyzed this morning before we saw the doctor.  We accidentally left the images and MRI report in the truck and I had to go back and get them, while Scott was getting his labs done.  Our truck had already been taken to the parking garage on the other side of this huge campus. The attendant told me I would need a ride, and to wait so they could just take me over to get what we needed, myself.

A few minutes later, this golf cart pulled up and a guy waived me in. It was like getting a tour of Universal Studios, complete with recommendations for where to eat and what to do when visiting in the future. I felt bad I didn't have any cash to tip him with.

It took me about 30 minutes to get to the truck and back. Scott asked me what took so long. I sarcastically told him a cute guy in a convertible asked me if I wanted a ride and I couldn't resist, so I let him take me for a spin around the hospital. I couldn't help it. I needed to make him laugh.

"Are you serious? I knew I should have gone myself!"

"Not really...a guy in golf cart pulled up to take me to the truck.  It couldn't go over 8 miles and hour! I have no idea what he looked like, I only saw him from behind."  I handed Scott the MRI CD and told him all about my tour and the cool shops and restaurants behind the hospital, which all would've been useful info back when we had to stay here, but today, not so much!

The thing is...none of this was planned. It wasn't even a spectacular event. So why am I telling you all about it? Because. I also didn't plan to have any fun today. In the middle of my reality of having to go to the cancer center with my husband to talk about his chemo schedule, side effects, and all the not so great things that accompany living with cancer...I had, what my Grammy would call... an adventure.

This random event took my mind off intruding thoughts about negative what could be's, rescued me from that downward spiral, and changed my perspective. I couldn't help but smile. I was satisfied with my quick wit, able to fully be there for Scott and not dwell on negative things that don't matter. 

As we sat together in the exam room, waiting for the doctor, we laugh, talked, and joked some more. Scott is always giving people a bit of a hard time and joking around. He immediately puts people at ease. I wanted to do the same for him.

His voice is soothing. His laugh, infectious. He doesn't fit the image of what we see around us at the hospital and I am so thankful for him. I am grateful for his way, for his ability to make light of a very heavy situation, and even make his doctors laugh. I especially love that he is able to still make and take a joke. He laughed when I pointed to the CD of his MRI and said, "This is your brain. This is your brain on drugs with part of it missing." (Children of the 80's might remember this PSA.)

I was glad for the chance to help give him a reason to smile. The doctor came in and we put all kidding aside. Scott turned to hear what he had to say about the latest scan. He listened for about 5 minutes, put his head down for a second, then looked right up into the doctor's eyes.

"So....what are you saying?  Just tell me straight, how long do I have?"

His words hung there for several seconds. My eyes welled up with tears. Awkward silence filled the room. This new doctor, never seen before today, gulped hard. He tried to pacify Scott's request by explaining why he couldn't give an accurate life expectancy for anyone with these exact genetics and tumor type.

This guy was a bit uptight and not at all used to being put on the spot. Just the kind of mark Scott loves to tease. True to form and without missing a beat, Scott took back the conversation. "I guess that means 20 or 30 years then, maybe even longer."

Scott knows and I know, he will live, no matter how long he has. Even if doctors can't give him a number of years, he is certain he will make it. He tells me all the time, he is not going to die from this and I believe him.

So here's the nitty gritty of what we learned today...

By looking at the latest MRI compared to the post-op one from February, the affected area appears significantly smaller than before. There is obviously a section of brain missing, that will not grow back. There will always be a fuzzy greyish area on his brain where the tumor is, but it is reduced and will likely continue to get smaller and smaller with treatment. The hope is that the tumor will stabilize at some point and not grow anymore.  No growth would be considered remission.

Scott's not having seizures or any other negative neurological symptoms at this point. He will have to remain on anti seizure medication until he has been at least 2 years seizure free, post-op. Then they might discuss weening him off that medicine.

Since it appears by all accounts radiation and chemo were successful in this first round, he needs to complete another 2 rounds of just chemotherapy, which completes the standard protocol for treatment. This will take another full year to do. If the chemo continues to shrink the tumor without any new growth, his doctors will say that treatment has worked. 

The good news about treatment is the hardest part was the surgery and radiation and that's now over. Scott tolerated all that so well, his doctors don't expect him to have too much difficulty with just the oral chemo alone.

What exactly does all of this mean? Scott isn't out of the woods just yet, but we are on the road where hope lives. We are positively on the right path. Recovery is in our grasp. Hair is growing back in the bald patches where aggressive cancer treatment made it fall out. We have more good days than bad. Scott's tumor is smaller than it was 3 months ago. He is recovering from surgery extremely well. It's all still really hard but....

All signs point to the hope of beating this, completely.

We are faithfully expecting a miraculous victory 12 months from now and hope makes that possible.

Livin' on a Prayer

Sunday is usually the hardest day of the week. I almost always feel super emotional on Sundays. I think it's partly because it's the start of another week and partly because the last week is over. I want so much for things to just go back the way they were...even as imperfect as things were before cancer.

My heart aches for the times when I would make a stupid joke and he would laugh with me, because he just got it. No explanation necessary. I miss that. I didn't realize just how much, until today. It hit me like a ton of bricks. I've felt it before, but could never quite put my finger on it. I keep praying for answers, for strength, for comfort, and sometimes like today, I pray to just be able to keep holding on.

I've hinted at the differences there are now, versus before his diagnosis...but today I finally understood what it is I'm feeling. That tiny little part of us that made me feel so secure and in tune. That almost indescribable little thing I always took for granted, as soon as I discovered it. It's the way he made me feel understood without saying a word. Turns out, it wasn't so tiny or unnoticeable after all.

It's still there in pieces and maybe it will return in full one day. But for now, I am deeply mourning the days I didn't have to logically make sense, or spell things out to be interpreted correctly. I miss the way he would look at me and grin with unspoken understanding. I miss the telepathic way he would just sense what I wanted or needed. He still knows, I think, but can't express it the way he did before.

He is without a doubt, one of the most amazing people on this planet and I cannot see myself without him in my life. So this is just one of those things, that go on the list of having to get used to. I wonder if I will ever get used to not having that same kind of connection with him. Will it be replaced with something else just as wonderful?

No one tells you once brain surgery happens, there is a large chance the way a person thinks, how they react to everyday things, what they wonder about and how they feel, will change. Even slight changes in these things can be difficult to embrace. Mostly I think, because we don't always account for the little things that make us love or even like someone.

I think about how much more difficult this would be without understanding and knowing hope. I still hang on, and hang in because I know that somehow, if we keep moving forward, things will be the way they are supposed to be.

There is so much we have to learn about ourselves and find out about the rest of the world, while we're still here to do it. Taking chances, making the most of everything, and working on not taking any of those things or anyone in our lives for granted are all big jobs to do. We waste a lot of time thinking too much and acting too little. 

Putting aside the guilt and shame of not feeling adequate to emotionally or physically handle just how difficult all of this is, is challenging to say the least. It's so hard because everyone else has gone on and sees us differently.  This is old news, and let's face it, he doesn't look sick. He doesn't fit any of the stereotypes of what having cancer is supposed to look or feel like.

We can't always adequately explain why we don't do things the way we always have. I've had people say to me, "You aren't yourself. You normally wouldn't act this way." Or some other polite version of telling me they don't appreciate how I have changed. I just expect them to understand, but how can they? And the stinger...I've said this very thing to Scott. Oh the double standard is deep in here!

We are creatures of habit. And when you have your world come to a screeching halt, flip you upside down, push you backward, bind your feet, and tell you to continue on your way...how can you possibly do things the same way you did before? How exactly do you continue to appear to be unchanged, when you ARE changed? And why must everyone keep pointing this out???

I have changed. I've had too. I am surviving most days and I have to keep reminding myself this is also true for Scott. So much has changed, and yet so many things have not and we still have to find ways to continue being who others have come to count on and expect. How do we do that without the acknowledgement of what has happened here? We need people to understand we have to learn a whole new way of being, and this will require a lot of patience.

I find myself wanting to express the deep sorrow of this situation in order to provide my friends and family with some context for why we aren't the same, only to keep bumping into the hope that something better is growing and evolving from all of this.

I've realized today, Scott has made far more peace with this than I have. I'm clearly not at acceptance yet. I'm learning how to have more patience, empathy, and understanding for everyone, but especially my husband and myself. 

Learning is hard and complicated and takes a lot of time. I get to practice being kind and gentle with myself, along with forgiving my own weakness and impatience. Which, as hope would have it,  is teaching me how to recognize when others need these same things from me.

The reason I keep this blog going is to give a voice to something that doesn't seem to really have one. I now have a way to process difficult emotions and come to grips with what is most important to me, which gives me a way to continue to hunt for hope. Even when it seems easier to just give up.

It's not death that scares me. It's not losing the man I love to this horrible disease... What scares me most is the thought of being here together, wasting this precious time we have dwelling on what we don't have and not learning how to put aside things that don't really matter.

Good or bad, happy or sad, rich or poor...better or worse. The grass will always look greener where it's watered and cared for. We've got to keep watering the grass on this side of the fence, and learn to care for it as it changes from season to season.

We've been given a second chance at hope. I'm gonna keep trying not to waste time feeling sad for what I don't have right now. I'm going to keep praying. I need to hold on to what we've got...Thank you Bon Jovi for giving anthem to my feelings. This is exactly what we are doing, Livin' on a Prayer!

I always feel better when I sing...and pray. I love these kind of reminders, they stay with you!

Sing with me. Whoa... we're half way there...Oh Oh....Livin' on a prayer...take my hand, and we'll make it I swear... We've got each other and that's a lot for love, we'll give it a shot...

Or just hit play.

For those of you reading this who aren't children of the 80's like me, you can thank me later for posting this original music video here for you... Jon certainly knows how to hunt for hope.

Effects of Radiation and Chemo

I never thought I would actually be writing about this. The effects of radiation and chemo...no one really wants the down and dirty of cancer treatment. But there is so much doctor's can't tell us about living with disease and how it's going to affect, not only the person who has the illness, but their family and friends as well.

Anytime the feel goods go away, we shrink back, re-think what we should or should not say or do, and begin to isolate ourselves.

Once we reconciled the fact we were going to have to deal with cancer treatment, we thought we understood what that meant. How can we know, when we've never done this before?  I think it's easy to try and identify with what we've seen in media, or heard about from others. But it's nothing like what we thought.

Everyone has a different and individual experience with treatment. Not only because every body is unique and reacts differently, but because the cocktail of poison, it's exact dosage, and the type of drugs used and how they are delivered, levels of radiation administered without or without chemo, depends on each persons DNA, age, weight, size, type and stage of cancer, where in the body the cancer is located, and whether it has moved from that original location or not. The processes for treatment may be similar by types and stages of cancer, but the exact way they go about it is much more individualized than we were aware of.

This individualization is what makes it wonderful and difficult at the same time. There are enough similarities with radiation and chemo treatments to generalize them to: Hair loss, nausea, loss of appetite, weight loss, depression, fatigue... which is exactly what the doctor's told us to expect. We weren't surprised by these at all.

What is more surprising are these: constant head aches, blurry vision, unable to think clearly, feelings of despair, anger, loneliness, fear, self pity, repetition of thoughts, confusion, ranting, fantasizing about the future, delusions to some degree, thinking you can do more than you can, sleeplessness, too much sleep, constipation, isolation, not wanting to see anyone or do anything, unable at times to relate to the world outside, self centered ideas, thoughts and actions, day to day ruts, loss of intimacy, loss of strength, insecurity, and the temporary inability to get past the negative spiral of how  sucktacular this all really is.

There are probably many more. But the point I need to make here is that the above feelings and actions are not only attributed to the person with the illness. Spouses, care-takers, other immediate family members, and friends close to the situation, can all experience these exact same things. Definitely not the most glamorous parts to talk about. But it's the reality.

When I re-read the negative emotions and actions above, the psychoanalyst in me thought, "Well of course, he (you) feels this way. Who wouldn't?" And then..I realized that I have heard this before. "Of course, yeah...uh-huh. This is expected"...but not openly talked about because it's so HARD. 

These two thoughts war with each other in my mind rather constantly. This one: "Of course I understand this is difficult and no one really expects me to be okay all the time. There is room for other people to have patience and understanding for me and what I am going through right now."

On some level I know people expect me to not know everything, have it all together, and need other people to help me. But I am conflicted, when people pay this compliment, "I don't know how you do it. You seem so together." So if I say, I'm not...will they be disappointed or relieved? It's a lot of pressure.

And this one, where people show me on a daily basis they don't understand what I am going though at all, are not there for me, cannot see me, and tell me in many ways, "Yes, we know you have needs to, but you aren't the one with cancer."

So, because I'm not sick, my needs suddenly don't matter anymore? This doesn't make a lot of sense. 

When did this become a contest? Oh yeah, back there at I'm not the one who actually has the disease. I do get to live with it though, which is somehow not as hard or difficult or tragic as actually having it. But only because of the perception. I was right there, with the rest of you, in that thought... right up until this happened to us.

I swing back and forth between minimizing my own feelings and feeling guilty because I don't actually have a physical disease, but needing what I still need.  I feel all the same emotions and struggle with this every bit as much as I see my husband struggle with it all. It's a constant tit for tat in my mind, if I let it. So I try not to.

It doesn't feel good to be angry because your spouse is sick all the time, can't do the things they once were able to, engage in conversations like they once did, or even be intimate without or without sexual contact. None of this is his fault, so therefore I shouldn't be mad. Right? I just shouldn't be mad at him? Right?...If I am mad, then maybe there is just something wrong with me?

See this negative spiral and where it goes? I need to be able to feel how I feel, without having to justify it all of the time. Even to myself. This is all really hard work. Understand, I don't want to be mad, I just am. Because this is not what I expected, wanted, or asked for...whatever.

We didn't ask for this. I don't want to be changed, or have my husband changed. Okay that part's not totally true...I always wanted him changed a bit, but more like in Cinderella with the pumpkin or the glass slipper. Polish the rough edges, a bit. Not an extreme makeover...

Most people don't know to ask, or even think about all the changes that are occurring within relationships when one person becomes critically ill. I had no earthly idea all the things that would change, temporary or not. I didn't know I would end up feeling so angry and vying for attention and affection on top of it. It feels like a recipe for disaster and it IS!

Like a train wreck you can see coming, you know it's going to be horrific. You're unable to turn away and it's completely traumatizing when you see it. You feel helpless to do anything to stop it...all the while knowing you will have to return to whatever you were doing before this all happened. But you're not the same and can't quite be the way you were before. No one who did not live what you just lived, will understand why you can't just get over it. Because there are a thousand pieces, re-telling the story leaves out. And not on purpose...

It's not easy to admit, there are strains, losses, and unpleasant issues that you can't really be prepared for or even see and easily recognize. Knowing things will be "hard" or "difficult" seems to generalize what is happening in the same way people say raising teenagers is "hard" or "difficult." Everyone has a bit of a different experience and just how hard or difficult it is, really is up to the individuals in the situation and their own perceptions and expectations.

I expected treatment to be hard for him. I had no idea just how draining, emotional, and scary it would be for me. The guilt of having some of these feelings, is enough by itself to make me want to stay in bed and hide every single day.

But I don't. I do a lot of other not so great things, but I'm not hiding. It gives me a sense of belonging, when I write about the extremely hard things, no one else says. I think because of this, I force myself to keep going, just to see how it will all turn out on the other side of this.

When I go back to one of the first articles I read about what I needed to know about my spouse having cancer, one of the first sentences began... "It will change every relationship you have. Every one."

I didn't realize then, how much that would apply to my marriage. I must think there is Teflon on this thing. I knew it would change it, sure. But the extent to which we have been forced to grow, change and learn in such a quick amount of time...Boy Nelly! I wasn't quite ready for that.  I somehow missed the "every one" part of that statement.

It should have been followed with "THIS MEANS YOU!"

I've talked to many different people whose lives have been touched in some way by cancer, brain tumors, and other serious, long term illnesses. The common thread is how hard it all is, for everyone involved. But hard for different reasons.

There's something about me that requires my learning to take place in big chunks, with many things happening all at the same time. Not sure why, except that I am one of those people who have to be hit by a mack truck to get it...and so it goes.

I think the lesson right now might just be letting go, and not expecting that I have to fix anything. Things are as they are, and there is nothing for me to do except, as my friend Catie says, "learn to surf the waves."

Some people get sick...others arrive sick. Some recover, some don't. Others never feel sick a day in their lives.

I think for Scott, he has never really felt or understood being sick, until now. He's had colds. He's been down and out. He's broken a bone, had a few bumps and bruises, even been stabbed before. But nothing compares to this.

Before when he felt ill, he knew he would get better and recover completely and quickly. Brain cancer brings him to a whole new level of sick and tired that he's literally never experienced with anything else. He has physically and emotionally lost part of himself that he will never get back.

He told me he can't look himself in the mirror because seeing the bald patch from radiation makes him feel horrible. So on top of feeling physically sick, he now feels emotionally sick too. He looks down whenever he's in the bathroom, so he can avoid the mirror. I know this is temporary and the hair will grow back, so does he. But right now, in this moment, it's hard to see past what's missing.

These are the things we take for granted and don't realize...what you think doesn't matter, actually might. He never really cared about his hair before, he thought. Never admitted how it enhanced his looks. Now that it's falling out in this weird pattern, he can't look at it because it makes him feel "less than."  Nothing has ever done that to him before in his entire life.

Some of this has reminded me of when I was pregnant the first time. I mentioned it to Scott yesterday. He recalls me being "horrible." I was moody, tired, emotional...uncomfortable, couldn't sleep well, didn't feel like walking sometimes, couldn't eat the way I used to, I had nausea and heart burn, the smell of certain foods made me sick, and I felt as if I was just a shell being used for some other purpose beyond all of my control.

He had to remind me to eat, force me to walk, literally help me up out of bed or chair. He had to regularly attend doctors appointments that weren't at all about him. He endured the smelly gas, the crying, and the whining because of this or that...in his mind it was a 9 month hell. But at the end was this beautiful baby, whom he says is "completely worth it."

He used to say motivational things like, "suck it up, get over it. Don't worry about it, you're beautiful, yada yada..." All those platitudes he gave me, the ones he thought were so helpful, seem so insensitive to him now. I gently reminded him of course.

Learning empathy is a really difficult thing to do. Sometimes we just simply cannot understand until we are literally standing in the same places, going through something we never thought we would have to.

I can't begin to say that I understand what Scott is going through personally. I can, however relate to how hard it is to feel motivated to do anything, when your entire body is screaming at you because it hurts, is tired, and feels entirely different inside and out. I remember feeling so worthless and crazy when I was pregnant, because I couldn't think straight, and I knew it but couldn't control it. All I wanted was for my husband to understand just how difficult it all was for me then.

But not like this.

The difference is that there is not a beautiful baby at the end of this one. There is something, but it's not exactly tangible. Hope. It's growing and becoming so much more evident in our lives because of this experience. I am sure we could have learned these lessons many other ways, but we don't have control over that. We can only control what we do with it from here.

I try to have the same compassion for him now,  I wished he would have had for me then. I don't always succeed. I fall short of being the perfect nurse-maid-wife-mother-friend. I understand, more now than ever, why people can't always be who we want them to be, when we think we need them to.

I find I have more understanding today,  because I do fall short of being who Scott needs me to be right now.  I can only show more empathy today,  because I live on both sides of needing it and giving it; mostly finding myself in the position of simultaneously requiring empathy for myself and needing to give it to others, regularly.

I had no idea the effects of radiation and chemo would end up teaching us more about compassion and empathy. Even when it's the hardest, hope shows itself to me through new eyes. Scott and I are connecting in ways I didn't know we could. In small ways like joking about his weird hairdo...and in feeling his pain when he says how much he hates it.

With our insecurities and all, radiation and chemo are helping us find out how to simply appreciate and show more gratitude for the other person in this world willing to tolerate all our imperfections.

And keep working on a life together...

Don't Put Down Your Rifle...

Cancer. It's a word no one wants to hear. It's the equivalent of saying to my hunter, "Game and Fish has your spot closed to hunting because the soil tests in the area came back positive for radio activity." No hunting this season.

Wait, wait, wait....What? "For how long? Is this going to be permanent? Can they fix that? Will we have to find another place to hunt? Can we find another place?"  Everything about the way we hunted, before, has changed. Everything we thought we knew, is now questioned. Suddenly, without warning, our season goes from a sure thing, to a maybe because of something completely out of our control.

I don't know if this hunting analogy works for everyone, but it certainly rings true for us. For years, our life revolved around hunting seasons. Not just hunting, but fishing, camping, any outdoor activity that required hard work, determination, and some good ole' fashioned gumption. Being prepared is a must. Knowing exactly what tools and equipment you 'll need, just in case, is essential for a good outcome. 

Brain tumor world is really not that fun and there is really no way to prepare for it. It can literally suck all the life out of you, if you let it.

How do you keep going, when there isn't much to look forward to day to day? There's the nausea, the constant headaches and swelling, not sleeping, or eating, some weird oily discharge you can't explain, not being able to fully control your emotions, people wanting to help but not being able to tell them anything to do that will make it better, watching your hair fall out in patches, taking poison that comes in a bio-hazard bag which you have to explain to your kids to never, ever touch, wanting to go places and do things that you used to enjoy very much, but not having the energy it takes to sustain those activities...then feeling angry and sorry that you can't do the things you used to or feel the same as you used to...and all you want is for things to go back to the normal you knew before all of this.

How do you keep going when your world is upside down and literally closed to hunting?

You take some deep breaths. You force yourself to smile, even when you don't want to. You recognize beauty in your home, your family, friends, in your neighborhood, wherever you are. You take notice of the tiniest of things that are good and make yourself recall what it feels like to not be sick, tired, hopeless...You listen to music that makes you want to dance (even if you can't), you sing, write, watch your favorite movies, you get outside and breath fresh air (even if only for moments at a time).

Most importantly, you keep preparing for when hunting season will be open again. Whether hunting big game or hunting for hope, it's the same. If you put your rifle down, and never pick it up again, you stop taking care of your gear and equipment, reading up on the latest tactics and best hunting practices, when the season opens  again, you lose interest, will not be ready, and are more likely to pass on the opportunity. The greatest hunters I know, know that when hunting season ends, this is only prep time for the next. They don't stop hunting, they just keep on making plans and getting ready for next time.

Same with hunting for hope. You will need to read blogs, books, articles, scripture, tumblr, memes, whatever little quote people are posting on social media about hope...Copy your favorite on post-its and stick them everywhere around your house. Keep talking to people who can really inspire you, who make you feel like you are up to the task at hand. Let your friends come to visit and take you places. Let others remind you of who you still are to them. Keep a gratitude journal. Write negative feelings on pieces of paper and crumple them up once you're done, or better yet burn them! Surround yourself with happy thoughts, people, and events. There is enough negativity in the everyday, that if you don't force yourself to focus on something positive, you probably won't.

Finding reasons to be happy and hopeful the in the midst of a crisis of any kind is really hard. But so is just about everything else in life. Giving up when things are at their worst, when the struggle seems to real to keep on trying, is just the same as saying, "Well, they closed the area, so no need to hunt anymore." Would you throw away all of your guns, ammo and gear?

Well, would you?

Duh...you'd go find another place. No,  it will not be the same and you won't know this new place like you knew the old one. But there is a possibility that things will be better, even more accessible, and open to hunting in a way you never thought possible before.

THIS IS HOPE MY FRIENDS!

Pick up your rifle!! Heck, sleep with it if it makes you feel better.  Keep it oiled and ready. Make sure all your gear is ready to go. Have your bag packed, filled with food, and all the essentials. Because when it opens again, or you find an alternate hunting ground, there will be nothing to hold you back from going out and getting what you are after! You will be much more likely to say YES when the opportunity presents itself because you are ready.

How does this make things better?

I know. How can it be better when cancer is taking over or even threatening your life? Nothing about that is better or good. Nothing. What we've been learning is that it isn't about the brain tumor, the effects of radiation and chemo, or the loss of a career. Its about the life we're still able to live, in spite of all of that. It's taught us that the relationships we have with one another are much more valuable than the job, our health, or any other thing.

Material objects, things and circumstances come and go. Health is not always in our own control. The things which are constant and that remain with us forever, are those tied to emotion. What we think, how we feel and make others feel, what we know and learn, how much we love and are loved...these are what we take with us through life and beyond. Nothing else.

Don't put down your rifle because hunting season might be over for now. Keep it ready. Make yourself ready for when the new season of hope arrives. It takes a lot of effort. It is purposeful, not accidental. Keep yourself going by letting yourself feel good, even if it's just for moments at a time. Sometimes, it's the smallest moments that keep us from falling totally off the cliff into total despair.

Find your happiest memory and re-play it over and over again. It doesn't matter that it isn't where you are right this very second. It matters that it happened, and you were there to experience it at all. Find one reason to laugh. I promise it will help. Do it.

One of the things that keeps us going the most right now is laughter. That, and holding the rifle upright.

Ready, aim...fire. Hope is like that.

How are You......Really?

I get this question all the time. "I've read your blog, but I still don't know how Scott or you are. How are you, really? In the spirit of making sure this update is no frills, and to the point, here's where we are and how Scott is, right now.

You wouldn't know to look at him, that anything has changed. The 50 pound weight loss works in his favor. He looks amazing for everything he's been through. The giant scar from surgery, is barely noticeable, because they didn't have to shave his head for the surgery.

One month ago, Scott underwent an operation to remove as much of his brain tumor as possible, that required him to have an incision from about the middle top of his head, carved like a sideways question mark ending right in front of his left ear to expose his skull. They needed to create what's called "flap." This flap, is basically a 2-3 inch diameter piece of skull drilled out to expose the place in the brain to be removed.

At this point, they woke him up. So he could talk to the surgeons, ensuring they would not damage his ability to communicate. Both thought and speech are generated in the part of the brain they were operating on. Once the doctor removed as much affected brain tissue as possible, about a 4 1/2 cm section of the left temporal lobe, they put Scott back to sleep and closed him up.

Closing, involved patching the dura. This is a tough skin like barrier which prevents fluid surrounding the brain from leaking out. Then, they replaced the flap by reattaching the circular piece of bone they removed, with titanium screws. Once that was done, they pulled the skin back over his skull and stapled the entire incision shut.

This surgery was a miraculous in so many ways. The fact that human being can live through such a thing is absolutely amazing.

The recovery, however, is long and very, very difficult.

His surgeons told us, there would be relatively no pain, since the brain has little actual nerve endings.
What this ended up looking like, was that in relation to the rest of the body, the actual pain center would not be as much as say, an open heart surgery. But make no mistake, this was extremely painful. That would have been nice to know ahead of time.

He has had to be on a pretty strong narcotic pain medicine since Feb 16, 2015. He has headaches every single day. He forgets to eat. He has somehow lost all interest in eating anything at all. Food just doesn't taste good to him anymore. He still has to take 6 huge horse pills, also known as Keppra, to prevent seizures.

He has a hard time thinking of the right words to use. He forgets people's names, unless it's someone he knows really well and sees all the time. He can't read or watch television for any length of time, because his left eye is still recovering from the surgery. His left ear does not hear the same way and he has a hard time following conversations sometimes.

To most people, none of this is highly noticeable. He is great at masking. But he has lost most of his filter. He told someone at church on Sunday, that they look old. That 4 1/2 cm piece of the temporal lobe they removed, has affected his impulse control. He says whatever comes to his mind, whether appropriate or not. He doesn't mean to say things, but can't really control it at this point.

He hasn't lost any motor function, at all. In fact, when we met with the radiation oncologist last week to discuss the radiation and chemotherapy treatments he will be starting, I joked that the doctor had just declared there doesn't appear to be anything wrong. "You're doing above average, as far as I can tell."

Emotionally, though, he struggles with feeling different than he once was. He wants to be better, and is having a hard time, not working, and not having much to do that he can enjoy. I keep reminding him he is only 4 weeks out from brain surgery. But he still asks me everyday, "why does my head hurt all the time?"

So how is he, really? It's a complex question, with a lot of different answers. According to his doctors, he is doing fantastic. According to him, depending on the mood of the hour, he is either doing fine, or thinks he is a burden to his family and feels guilty and awful for something he has no control over. He sleeps a lot, which is to be expected. He has mood swings, which is also to be expected. He still has pain. He is still healing, and will be for a long time yet.

But in the big scope of how he is, he is alive. He is able to speak and think and do a lot of things independently. He is worried all the time, that he is causing too much difficulty for his wife and children. He worries about the fact he has been unable to work and provide for us for over year now. There is no amount of me taking up the slack, that makes him feel better about any of this.

How he is, varies from day to day. But he is getting better and stronger, every day. He is more aware of his emotions and how he affects others, although that control isn't there.  The emotional toll on all of is is quite a lot. But with the grace of God, and all the support of people who love us, we will get through. Scott will continue to survive and eventually be able to return to work and enjoy all the things he loves to do.

It will just take awhile. And in the meantime, we will keep hunting for hope.

Advice I Would Go Back and Give Myself

This post is inspired by a question a friend asked me after reading my last post. "If you could go back a year and share some wisdom with yourself a year ago that you've learned along the way what would it be?" 

I couldn't exactly sum it up in even a few short sentences. I decided in order to more fully answer this question it needed it's very own post. 

So Esther, this one's for you. I would go back and boldly tell myself: 

1- Don't give (or throw) away all the food in your house. 

Yep. I did that. Once we came home from the initial diagnosis and Scott was given a timeline to live; I read blog, after blog, and information from emails, and "friendly advice" people wanted to share about cancer and brain tumors. I wondered if we caused this by the kind of food we were eating. I gave more than $1000 worth of groceries to a neighbor with a large family. It did help them. And I was happy to be able to do that, but it really wasn't necessary for us.

We did make changes for the better. But getting rid of all the "bad" food was more symbolic than anything and I would tell myself to rethink that and adjust what we buy going forward instead of purging everything in one fell swoop. My kids still needed to eat and so do their friends. Teenagers eat a lot and I just ended up costing us more money replacing the food we got rid of. 

2- Don't get caught up in all the remedies that everyone else says will cure cancer. 

Did I find out a lot of information? Yes. But it took up a lot of valuable time and energy that could have been better spent playing games with my kids or spending time with my husband and saving the money we spent on remedies, for the extremely expensive treatments even the best health insurance just doesn't fully cover. 

Everyone has an opinion on what to do and what not to do for cancer, the same way they do for weight loss, financial freedom, real estate investing, network marketing, etc.  Let's just be totally honest here. Everyone has an opinion and  fix for everything, if you look hard enough for it. The bottom line is, some advice is helpful  and proven and some isn't. Some things other people do may fit your lifestyle and goals, and others just don't. 

Your best friend's aunt Sally, has a sister-in-law whose cousin's 5th grade teacher's husband says his cancer was cured by taking 5 of this and 4 of that, juicing the juice of the red berried ninny muggins from East China 4 times a day and mixing that with the wing of gnat precisely at midnight every night, while chanting over the concoction "Heal this cancer"... you get my point. 

I'm not saying it's all ridiculous but unless aunt Sally's sister-in-law's cousin's 5th grade teacher's husband is an expert oncologist with a current license to practice medicine, you might rethink wasting your time and valuable resources on things unproven and not backed up by empirical research and peer reviewed data. What works for some, doesn't work for all. Even in the world of proven cancer treatments.

Doctors don't have all the answers either, but common sense and valid studies of what treatment options are most effective seems a better course of action when deciding on how to go about treating any disease or disorder. There is, however, also a whole lot to be said for faith and searching your soul for what feels right to you. 

Everyone should spend some time soul searching for sure. Some of what feels right, goes against the empirical research and peer reviewed collegial data our there now. Some things, in my opinion, are just bigger than western medical science alone. Everyone has to individually choose what is best for them, based on their own knowledge and understanding of all the best options available. 

3- Don't worry about the people who leave or don't show up

This could all be summed  up by simply saying, "Don't worry." But saying that to myself is like telling the wind not to blow in Wyoming. It ain't gonna happen folks. So to be more specific, I need to remind myself that certain people will not magically be different than they have always been. Just because we perceive this as a tragedy in our life, doesn't mean others will and rise to the occasion. 


People will not change and step up because you need them too. They will only do this, if they need to. Remember it doesn't have anything to do with you, it's about them. It's okay to let go of expectations that create hard feelings and cause you to want to punch someone in the face. Think it all you want, just don't do it. Then... let them go. Those who truly love you will find a way to be in your life and those who don't, don't really matter anyway. 

4- Insist your family members be more independent

I used to have the time and energy to do for my family, things they could do for themselves. I had the idea if I provided certain services to them, even when they could do it themselves, this would grow their appreciation for me and we'd live happily ever after. I recognize now, that one of my "love languages" is service. I need to do things for others as a way to show my love for them and for myself. As in all things, I go big or go home.

Once I had to go to work full time, and find room for numerous doctors appointments, 6 hour round trips to Denver for follow ups, time to be home to monitor and provide round the clock care after brain surgery, and the daily household obligations like laundry, cooking, and grocery shopping...let alone the one on one time my kids need, or friends and other civic duties, it all gets to be overwhelming and seemingly impossible when added up. 

I'm supposed to be super woman and my "can do" attitude will somehow get me through and be enough, right? Wrong.

So, insist on people doing for themselves, ALL that they can. Say, "I'm tied up right now. You'll have to figure that out." There's no guilt for empowering independence. If all your spare time is sucked up by or even loving doled out to others, there will be nothing left for you. As a very wise and loving friend once told me, "You have to put yourself on the list."

5- Get your team together and know who can do what and when

Before this illness struck, my team consisted pretty much of me, myself, and I, and sometimes my husband and kids when I felt like I could get their help. But like many busy mom's,  I usually ended up doing most things myself because why waste time asking others to help me when it was much less hassle to do things my way, myself.  

Oh...outwardly nothing about this seems too out of the ordinary. But the only reason I went a hundred miles an hour in different directions, was to avoid confrontation, vulnerability, and rejection. 

I didn't want to be in a position where my requests might be ignored, overlooked or flat out denied. Why? Because being hurt like that would send me over the edge, and I couldn't afford to fall apart when I was so busy keeping everything together by myself. Vicious cycle.

Enter the team. 

I've mentioned my "go to"people before. They are a select group I know I can count on for a variety of things. Some people I go to for advice and moral support. Others I rely on for the more physical tasks I can't manage like fixing something broken or yard work, house work, or any other thing we can't do at the time, for whatever reason. 

And this is key....these people don't judge me. If I can't do my laundry and I need someone to do it for me, none of my people say things like, "Well why doesn't one of your kids just do it?" 

I also have people I can delegate some of my work responsibilities to, so I don't drop the ball in my professional life.  Another key is that I literally  have a TEAM of different people, for different tasks. I don't ask only one or two "trusted" people to do everything. Doing that will lead to the same burn out I get overwhelmed with, leaving me with no people willing to keep helping for the long haul. 

If I could go back a year, and tell myself something specific about this, I would say, "Don't judge what people will or won't do for you. If they say things like, let me know what you need, then just simply do it. If they don't come through, you will know not to put them on the list of "go to."  

Being self reliant doesn't mean never needing help. It's knowing how to weather life's storms and get things done. Delegation is a strength of a good leader.

6- Don't take things too personally 

I'm pretty good at saying, "What do you mean, don't take this personally? It's being said (or done) to me! How is it NOT personal?" 

Well...not everything in the world is about you, for you, or includes you.  This flawed thinking leads to a host of other relationship and communication problems. Can we say self-centered? 

If someone says something to you that isn't true, is mean, or disrespectful...don't automatically take it as a direct reflection of a personal failure on your part and don't assume they are talking about you directly.

Instead, look at the whole situation and everyone involved and rationalize whether or not you have any culpability. If so, own it and sincerely apologize and move on. If not, don't dwell on what is being said or done.

Their behavior might just be because they have a brain tumor that impairs judgement and other thinking processes (insert here what other reason might apply to your particular situation) and realize what they are doing or saying, might in fact have nothing what so ever to do with you at all. Believe it.

7- Insist on Joy

I heard this little tidbit about 11 months into this journey. I have feverishly been hunting for hope since the first night of this whole ordeal. But I had not necessarily been insisting on joy. I have hoped for it though.

I learned hoping for joy, through sorrow and pain, sometimes isn't quite enough. If we insist on it, then it must be present, for no other reason than we make it so.

I was planing to take my family on a trip for Christmas. I wanted to give them something meaningful, rather than just material stuff. Memories. Time together. Adventure. It may have been our last chance as a family, I thought. 

Anyone who's planned a family vacation knows there is a lot to consider when traveling with children. Especially to a foreign country. I had never done anything like this before and I was starting to regret my decision, the closer it got.

One of my go to people told me in order for me to really enjoy this trip, I was going to have to "insist on joy" or I would have a miserable time. I might want to change my expectation from "this is a once in a lifetime trip" to "we get to be together and we are going to see some things we've never seen in some places we've never been." 

From that conversation on, I began rethinking my strategy. I kept thinking, what if we get there, and Scott is sick, or one of the kids get sick. That would ruin the whole trip wouldn't it? Not if I insisted on joy. I plugged things in, just for me, that I wanted to do whether anyone else could or wanted to or not. 

I didn't make my trip totally dependent on what my family would or would not want to do. I thought this a bit selfish at first, but then quickly realized this vacation was as much for me as for everyone else. 

I didn't need to sacrifice myself totally for the sake of everyone else having the "time of their lives." I needed to insist on having the time of mine and do things that would bring me joy.

Insisting on joy changed everything. I did end up having the time of my life. And so did my family. Insisting on joy means even though we are currently surviving brain cancer...we are also doing, growing and being a thousand other things...all with the potential to bring about some kind of joy. I believe with my whole being that "Men [and women] are that they might have joy."

There's a famous cookbook called the "Joy of Cooking." Maybe you've heard of it? It's called this for a reason. It's a joy if you want it to be. It's a chore if you think it is. It's totally up to you.

So many other things in life are exactly the same way. Insist on it, and joy will fill your world, no matter what life throws your way.