Sorry for another long pause in my updates. We had clinic on Monday for a spinal tap, chemo in Gage’s port and the start of a week of steroids. Believe it or not, you do sometimes fall into a routine with cancer treatment. At times it even feels like just another part of life to manage. But, in my experience, an appointment for a spinal tap (that always includes fasting and general anesthesia too) quickly brings you back to the harsh reality that your child is very sick.
And, we had a conversation with the doctor on Monday about Gage’s medical protocol (basically, the day-by-day, dose-by-dose plan we will follow until the fall of 2010). A few ’slight’ changes have been made in the general ALL protocol, although none of what we discussed affects Gage directly. Still, as I told our doctor, it’s an uncomfortable and difficult thing to consider. I’m so thankful that cure rates for childhood leukemia have improved in the last 30 years…and I know that happens as the doctors learn more and continually improve the treatment plan…but it’s also a harsh reminder that there is not a 100% cure rate. I feel much safer when I just think we’re going to do what the doctors ask, follow all their requests, give Gage all his medicine at the appointed time…and in September 2010, he’ll be fine. And, that is what our doctors believe will happen. Still, seeing them alter the ALL treatment plan is a sad and unsettling reminder that the doctors are just men doing the best they can…and success is not guaranteed.
So, as I dosed Gage’s chemotherapy at home tonight, Christmas Eve, I continue to walk through this week with a heavy heart. I’m thankful we’re doing so much better than last year, when Gage was admitted to the hospital on Christmas Day for a two-week stay. Yet, I think I’m realizing more each day that Gage’s cancer continues to mark him, our family, our relationships and our perspectives in untold ways. Especially during Christmas, a time of childhood wonder and magic, I find myself asking the question more often, “Why did my child have to get cancer? Why does Gage have to endure this? Why can’t he just feel better?”
All I can do is remind myself of what I already know to be true…
Psalm 121:2
My help comes from the LORD,
the Maker of heaven and earth.
And, at the end of the day, I’m thankful I have an infinitely wise, loving, powerful God to depend on, and that I’m not ultimately at the mercy of men, even those trying their best.
I hope you all enjoy Christmas with your families, and thanks for checking in on us.
RH























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