But I'm working on it . . .
When MacKale got his diagnosis in early October, it was literally just a few weeks from the date that Mike and I had secured accommodations and purchased our flights for this year's Spring Break. While we might have thought about it for a half a minute, we kind of just knew that this year's vacation was going to have to be a wash. Our first priority, our only priority was to be with MacKale and fight this fight. (Note to self: Never forget to purchase travel/flight insurance! Just saying . . .)
I have talked to God daily over the last 6 months. I have begged, pleaded, sought council, given thanks and asked for guidance, but I never bothered asking for our Spring Break plans to come to fruition. It just wasn't a priority. But then . . . I wasn't listening.
Despite months and months of chemo and treatment, in general, MacKale has been able to find distractions and things to keep him looking forward and putting one foot in front the the other. The doctors warned us that after surgery, when chemo started back up again, he may become 'weary' and disheartened. In the past, we had football and then basketball to keep him occupied and engaged, but suddenly that all ended. These next months were going to be some of the hardest and longest. The hospital stay was boring, wearisome and long. It was time to get serious about physical therapy and, yet, we are still non-weight bearing and chemo slows down the healing process. And speaking of chemo . . . yes, there is still more chemo. Suddenly, I was having new conversations with God. I was asking for stamina and focus and strength for MacKale to keep working through treatment. I talked to Him about protecting MacKale and his brothers' spirit, their joy and their sense of humor. I asked Him to keep our family whole despite days and nights away from each other. I asked for guidance to make all these things happen. And I talked and I talked and I talked . . . but I wasn't a very good listener. (I don't admit this very often, but I think Mike is a much better listener than I am. )
Until, our doctor asked about our plans for Spring Break. Of course we told her that we had made plans to visit Florida, but had understandably decided that wasn't going to happen this year and we were ok with that. But she wasn't and neither was He. Dr. Mitchell gave us every reason why we could and should go.
And so despite all my fears, anxiety and nervousness (and I have a ton of them, just ask my husband) . . . I listened! And we went.
God had answered all those prayers and responded to all my 'calls.' MacKale's only request the week we were gone was to do 'stuff with my brothers.' He told me, "I've gotten to do some fun stuff mom. But I want to be with my brothers and do stuff with them. " And that's what we did . . .
It wasn't 'the same.' And the realities of MacKale's cancer were often very evident.
I've a new appreciation for handicapped accommodations, and I still despise manhandling our wheelchair, but it was a week of healing.
But we were together.
We danced and played.
We ate (too much) and played a ton of putt putt (Mac's working on his short game!).
I heard MacKale singing with his brothers. I saw him teasing and picking at them.
They wrestled even when I told them not to . . . and we were whole. It was an answer to prayer.
"Listen for God's voice in everything you do and everywhere you go. He is the one that will keep you on track." Proverbs 3:6
Special Prayer Requests: We were scheduled to start chemo this week, but MacKale's levels have been too low. This is never good. It pushes us back and lengthens the journey. However, God has impeccable timing. It has made it possible for us to be home for MaGill's First Communion this weekend. Please pray that Mac's levels bounce back and chemo can resume next week as planned, that physical therapy continues to strengthen his leg, and that the cancer will leave his body forever.
Special thanks to our friends, Jackie, Amy, Jenna and Grandpa Woody for coming along for the ride. Love you guys!