Defining our lives . . .

We have so many blessings to be thankful for at the McGuire home these days. It's been a magical three weeks.  No chemo! Woohoo!  Very few labs!  A quarter of the pill intake . . . but the best part is just being together and resuming some familiar routines.  Things we used to take for granted but now see as true blessings in our lives.  Like . . . school! Yes!  I said school!   Both MacKale and I were able to make it back for the last 8 days of the school year including his school trip to Mackinac Island.  Yes, that's right.  A week after finishing chemo, this boy and his dad joined his classmates to trek around the island. No stinkin' crutches were keep him sitting at home.  He was going!

And so we resumed our school life . . . even if it was only for a short time.  At one point, Mac looked at me and said, 'ya know mom, I can't remember the last time I was in school 5 days in a row.'  I replied, ' . . . ya know what?  Neither do I'  It was fabulous!   Of course, it was great just being able to get back to kindergarteners, but even more so, it was such a blessing to be back at school with my other two boys.  Once again, McCoy and MaGill came to school with me each morning, I could sneak a quick squeeze in at lunch and, at the end of the day, they went home with me.  You will never know how incredible that feeling was for me.  I missed them desperately this year and our routine  and was so thankful to have it back.   

That first day when MacKale came into Franklin after returning from the his day at the middle school to meet us, I could hear those familiar crutches coming down the hall.  For a split second, I wondered what my little friends would say to him . . . they hadn't seen him in 9 months.  Would they comment on his lack of hair, maybe that ginormous scar on this leg, or his crutches or brace . . . but nope!  True to kindergarten form, they surprised me with with a  . . . 'Mrs. McGuire, MacKale got SO BIG while he was away at the hospital.'  And this folks, is why I teach 5 year olds.  Cancer Shmancer!  They didn't care.  They just wanted Mac to come back at the end of the day to play and dance to GoNoodle with them like he used to do.   And he did!

We all have just been trying squeeze as much fun and being together as we possibly can into every single day these last three weeks.  

At one point, MaGill was snuggling up to me and said, 'I'm just so happy that MacKale is home mom.  Things are just so much better when we're all together.'  I couldn't agree more.  I'm most happy when all four of my boys are all where they need to be . . . together.

They have been jumping at every possible opportunity to embrace fun.  

 . . . hanging with Papa and the boys at the car show . . .

 . . . channeling their inner silliness . . .

whip creme mustaches

 . . .  playing  . . . a lot . . .

 . . . always up for a game of cards . . .

 . . . focusing on the funny . . .

(My teacher friend Patty has sent MacKale jokes, without fail, for the last nine months---she is our laughter angel.)

 . . . even when the thing that is 'funny' is you!

(Mac decided it was time to change his 'mii' on our Wii system to truly reflect his new look.  What do you think?  There wasn't an option for a bum leg.)

We have also been able to get back to 'our people.'  Our community that has been our family and has supported us with their prayers and good deeds through this fight.

This little town continues to rally and show their support for MacKale, never failing to remind us that they haven't forgotten his fight.   We continue to see #TeamMacKale shirts on young and old and it fills our heart to know that you are still thinking and praying for our family.

 Recently when the annual cardboard boat races were held at the canal,  Lauren and the girls from the Mitchell State Park decided to build a 'Team MacKale' boat to continue to keep Pediatric Cancer in the fore front of our community's thoughts.

It was a great boat design  . . .  

The day of the races, the little boys and I donned our Team MacKale gear and went down to cheer them on.  Just like Mac, that little boat lasted not just one, but several races.  It may have not been the first boat over the finish line, but it kept going.  And as we sat there that day cheering it on, there were visitors to our community that asked us if we were 'with the Team MacKale boat' because of our shirts and the boat design.  The question presented a timely opportunity for me to tell a group of strangers to Cadillac about the incredible community support and the way you have all rallied around MacKale.  I was happy to boast about our wonderful neighbors and friends in the Cadillac area and how extraordinary this place truly is . . . more than a community . . . more like family!

Our end to chemo also allowed us the chance to  get back out to the soccer fields to cheer on MacKale's team in their last game.  These boys have grown so much since when we left them in the fall, both in size and skill.  They blew us all away.  It was truly one of those bitter sweet experiences . . . Mac cheered on his team loud and proud, but at one point he leaned over and said, 'Man mom, I wish I were out there playing.'  I didn't have the heart to tell him I felt the same way.  But the disappointment was fleeting and he was right back cheering them on in the next moment.  It's a bitter pill for him to accept that he won't be playing soccer again . . . that he won't be part of that team in the same way he was . . . but he's learning to accept it, moving forward, trying to discover new ways to stay involved and re-defining himself.

He is moving forward . . .

 . . . working on getting stronger . . . no more wheelchair for this kid  . . . (big cheer from mom and dad for not having to manhandle that beast anymore) . . .

 . . . and tackling PT three times a week.  He's working that leg and getting stronger each time.  We are currently at 70% weight bearing which means it's only a matter of maybe a month or less before we are trying this new leg out.  I'm anxious to see him walk again.  You never realize how much a little thing like seeing your child walk is taken for granted until you watch them struggle with mobility for such a long period of time.  Walking . . . I'm not sure I'll be able to hold it together when it finally happens . . . but I still can't wait to see it.

I am so very guilty of being such a proud momma . . .  so proud of all the progress he's making with Teri at Dynamic Physical Therapy.  She has given him so much confidence and has just the right amount of 'mom to three boys' in her to help him stay focused even when he tries to distract her with endless chatter about sports and trivia during those times when he's feeling less than enthusiastic about an exercise.

We love seeing his progress at just those little things like standing up and sitting with just the use of his legs  . . .

His desire to move forward, get better, start to move and walk is fueled by a desire to do more . . . move more . . . play more . . . And of course, by play, we mean . . . golf . . . 

There is no question in my mind that any boy that's willing to get up at 6am to get ready to golf with his dad before dad has to head into work for the day LOVES golf.  There's even been a resurrection of the infamous  'don't be a golf dinosaur.'  

Second only to golf is fishing . . . 

 . . . a TON of fishing . . .

 . . . and did I mention fishing . . .

He loves it so much, that sometimes he's so dang happy to be fishing that he just has to kiss his catch before releasing it.

It's been blissful.  Truly incredible to have all these weeks.  We haven't taken a single moment of it for granted because tomorrow we are slapped right in the face again with the reality of pediatric cancer.  Tomorrow we spend the day at DeVos for scans . . . because you see, just because you've done the treatment . . . you've endured the chemo . . . and are working at overcoming the surgery and rehabilitation of your defective bone . . . you don't get a free pass.  You don't get the title of 'remission' or 'cured' or even 'done.'  Instead, you get to come back for scans!  Scans to confirm or deny the existence of cancer that may or may not still be lurking in your body somewhere.

For now, MacKale seems pretty blissfully unfazed by scans.  I love that about him!  His main concern is whether after a day at DeVos he will have enough time to stop and hit some balls at Ferris University's Katke Golf Course on the way home.  But for Mike and I, scans kind of bring this whole last year screaming back to the fore front.  We are nervous  . . . and uneasy and this is just the beginning of what we hope to be many many many years of scans, because while the scans detect any cancer that may be lingering or that may have popped back up, they also have the ability to confirm that the cancer has NOT come back.  They can give us the confidence of NED (No Evidence of Disease), and we will take it, even if we have to do it over and over again every three months.

It is our prayer every night with the boys that God bless and care for our friends on the 9th floor of DeVos who are fighting cancer and to also remove the cancer from MacKale's body and "never ever ever let it come back."  

God brought us through this fight so far and we continue to reach for Him for strength as we start this new phase of treatment and healing.  There is no better captain for Team MacKale.  He has been so good to us, and we count ourselves so incredibly fortunate to have had Him speaking to all of you and your hearts as you joined us in fighting for MacKale.   We count your prayers as precious, priceless gifts and, although perhaps greedy, we are asking for more.  Please continue to pray for MacKale.  Specifically, please pray the scans tomorrow (the CT, bone scan, x-rays, mri, lab work and ultrasounds . . .) all give MacKale the status of NED.  Pray for Mike and I to continue to have faith that God is with us and has MacKale in his hands.  Pray that McCoy and MaGill will feel the peace that comes from knowing MacKale is home to stay. And finally, pray that the cancer leaves Mac's body and 'never, ever, ever comes back.'

Finally, I have always said that God will make something good of all this.  I still believe that . . . I'm not sure what it is.  I'm not sure what it means to us. But pray that we will help facilitate that 'good' in the way that He intends and understand the direction He is pointing us towards as a family.

As always, we are so thankful for each and everyone of you.

Now what . . . ?

Chemo is complete!

Did you catch that?  I said, "Chemo is done! Finish! The End!"   After more than 250 days of fighting this beast, this part of the fight is over.  Chemotherapy treatment has been completed.  He rang that lovely bell.

Perhaps we are a bit over zealous in our celebrating, but when you've gone through all the poison, nights away from home, missed events, major surgeries and massive amounts of medicine that Mac has gone through, you want to go out with a BANG and you want to shout it from the roof tops . . . or at least from the side of your vehicle.  "MacKale's last round of chemo!"

Yes it was chemo week, but dang did we celebrate.   So the little boys came down to spend Mac's last day with him.  They went to hospital school  . . . .  (By the way, ummm hospital school had it's last day of school last Friday so 'why are we still in school?' . . . That's what the little boys want to know . . .)

We hip hip hurray-ed with our favorite Ortho PA (Love that Anne . . . ) . . .

. . .  loved on some spiky pets from the zoo . . . (it wasn't puppy week but hedgehogs are a pretty good second place . . .)

and when one of the other little girl, patients wanted to see all the boys on the floor get their nails painted . . . we wanted to see her smile . . . all three boys obliged.

Anything to put a smile on a 9th floor friend's face.

And continue to celebrate each day that we are able to be together at home, at school and with our friends and family.

But what does the end of chemo really mean . . . I mean really?  Aren't we so so so happy?  Well yes, we are elated and over-joyed . . . but at the same time I have to tell you what the end of chemo doesn't mean . . . Unfortunately, it doesn't mean that he is cancer free . . . we just don't know that yet.  There are scans that need to be done and those aren't scheduled until the middle of June.   Osteosarcoma is a beast.  I've told you this before.  It is relentless and frustrating and likes to come back  . . . especially in the lungs.  So we wait those scans on bated breath . . .  The scans will tell us if MacKale has 'No Evidence of Disease' (or NED)  I love Ned, I want Ned . . . Ned needs to come live with us and take residence in our lives forever!   So when you pray for MacKale . . . pray for NED.   Because of osteosarcoma's relentless personality, we will continue to have scans every three months for the first two years, then every six months until he hits the 5 year mark.  When you hit the five year mark . . . well that's when they believe you're in the clear for relapse.

Now you understand why I tell you . . . osteosarcoma is a beast . . . this journey is not a short one and we WILL celebrate every milestone and every day.  Because no matter what, each day that MacKale is with us, he is a survivor.

So we are living our lives!  MacKale and I are blissfully happy to be back at school.  Sunday night was like the first day of school for us.  I think we both were excited and a little nervous at the same time.  Mac mentioned . . . "mom, I can't remember when I have been in school five days in a row. . ."  I had to admit . . ."neither did I." I'm back with my kinder friends at Franklin and he's at the Middle School.  Most days he's there half a day so he can attend PT in the afternoon and he then shows up in my classroom at the very end of the day.  My sweet kinder babies remember him well from when he would come help them at the beginning of the year.  I was thinking that when they saw him they would comment about him losing his hair, but all they kept saying is " . . . MacKale, you got so big!  We missed you!"  Thank you my little friends.  This is why I teach kindergarten.   They always know exactly what to say.

He's sporting a new brace now too!  And  . . . drum roll please . . . wearing TWO shoes!  He's trying to put more weight on that leg  . . . and working towards getting mobile.  Because you know . . . there's golf to be played and camp and brothers to be bugging and . . . he just has stuff to do.  And we are so glad that is is excited and anxious to get out there and do it!

While it is so incredibly good to be home and away from the hospital, I will tell you, it is a bit of a doubled edged sword.  While we are delighted to be done with chemo, we are not naive about osteosarcoma.   I worry that because we aren't fighting the cancer actively with chemo, it will come back.  It makes me desperately miss my staff at DeVos, the experts that have supported, cared and held us up during this fight.  The love I feel for this people is to big for words, and I depended on them.

But this is where faith comes in . . . and this is where we put it to work. Yes, I have that nagging worry and fear in the back of brain, but I have to believe that God has our family in his hands . . . He will lead us through this with all of your help.

I started this blog to solicit prayers for MacKale during his fight against cancer, and I will continue to beg you for more and more and more . . . unrelenting prayers on his behalf.  We know this road is hard, but it has been bearable . . . sometimes even a pleasure because you have all been with us.  We can't do it alone.  I know that some folks are very private about their cancer fight and I respect and completely understand their need to be private.   Everyone deals with this fight in their own way.

We (or maybe it's more accurate to say "I" because, quite honestly, my poor family had no choice.  I was determined to get prayers for Mac.), for better or worst,  decided to lay it all out there -- all our fears--our treatment--the good--the bad--and the ugly, because we ARE weak and we DO need you. Selfishly, I can't imagine doing this without all of you.  So please keep us in your prayers.   We are not done yet . . . God isn't done with us yet . . . I told you I believe He will make something good of this . . . There still more to this story and we need you to be part of it.

Thank you always for loving us enough to keep us in your thoughts and prayers.  God has blessed us greatly with each and every one of you.

Do you 'Wonder?'

You know what it's like to want something desperately . . . to work a long time and very hard to get it and to have it just out of your reach . . . to keep moving towards it and to have it keep moving just beyond your reach?  That's kind of what getting to these last two rounds of chemo has been like.  We've been doing this since September 29th . . . 238 plus days . . . 90 plus nights away from home . . . fighting this beast!

We were suppose to start our second to the last round of chemo last week.  But the after effects of chemo from earlier this month were reeking major havoc on MacKale's body.  His platelets were low low low . . . so he needed a transfusion.  It was off to DeVos we go for liquid gold and hopes of renewed levels.  But then he developed nasty, painful mouth sores on top of low levels.  He could hardly talk, wasn't eating and then he decided to take a tumble in the bathroom.  Almost instantly,  he was sporting a brand new bruise.   I just knew that his levels still weren't bouncing back.  Mac felt it too.  So we checked his levels earlier than we had planned and sure enough . . .  Back to DeVos we went for a second round of platelets plus a side of blood.   And it meant . . . further delays . . . but at least it was time at home.

Sometimes you have to fight the dog for a spot in the sun . . . or just snuggle in.

The great news in all of this is that he never developed any fevers which would have landed him back in the hospital. . . no infections  . . . and with the extra doses of blood, platelets and several days of neupogen shots, he was able to build back his strength, heal his mouth and get a little extra physical therapy in before we finally started chemo Monday.  Plus . . .

 . . . work on the robot he got from his new friend Colton . . .

and start working on his short game with his brothers.

But now, we're finally here at DeVos, counting down our days until our final treatment until we can be, God willing, done with chemo.  But even now that we've started our second to the last round and we are heading toward the finish line . . . it's taking us longer than we anticipated.  MacKale's body just isn't flushing the chemo out the way it used to.  His body is tired, it's been poisoned and pushed . . . So that even now, when he used to be able to 'clear' the methotrexate from his body in 60 hours, it is taking sometimes a day longer (and hopefully not more).

Cancer has stolen 90 plus nights away from home over the last 8 months.  I could be very angry about that, and there are days that I worry about what that time of being separated will do to our family, but then . . . there are times that I know that cancer has provided me with some amazing gifts that I would never have if it hadn't so rudely invited itself into our lives.  Gifts like lessons learned and time . . . time with my 12 year old son that many mothers never get, and the chance to learn so much from him.  Granted, a great deal of what I learned was about MSU football, MSU basketball, how the draft works and which team was ranked in which spot during a particular week.  But beyond that, I gained so much more.

I'm a Kindergarten teacher.  Hazards of being one means, you tend to be well versed in all things "Dr. Suess," "Piggie and Elephant," and "If You Give A . . . " books.  You read with small children daily, but as time goes by, those small children tend to be someone else's child. Oh sure,  I read with my own boys when they were little, of course.  But there comes a time when suddenly, thanks the amazing ability of their teachers to instill a love of books in them, they read on their own and that sweet cuddle, bedtime story time that you once shared is kind of over.  MacKale, unfortunately, started reading independently early, so while he would read to his little brothers, those times of reading together for us were really cut short for me and him, or maybe it's just, I didn't appreciate those precious moments when I had them.  But I do now!

In early fall, when Mac was first diagnosed with osteosarcoma, one of his soccer buddies, Ethan, gave him a gift that included the book Wonder by RJ Palacios.   "This is a great book mom!  We read this in Mr. Main's class last year."  But the book went on his shelf  . . . forgotten . . . as life started to get hairy and scary and reading for pleasure seemed out of the question.  It had become difficult enough for MacKale to read for any period of time just to keep up with school.  He would fatigue easily and become too sleepy to keep his eyes open.  Where he used to love Language Arts, it had suddenly become a struggle because of the effort it took him to just have the energy to read.  So . . . I started reading his assignments to him.  Snuggled up in his hospital bed or at home on the couch, we read together . . . and it worked.

And then a couple of weeks ago, Wonder caught his eye on his shelf.  "Can we maybe take Wonder to the hospital with us and read it mom?  I think you'll really love this book."

I hadn't read it, but quite honestly, he could have asked me for just about any book to read with him and I would have jumped at the chance.  But this book . . . I just can't tell you what a gift it was for me . . . of gift of time with Mac, insight  and lessons learned.

So the premise of the story is that a young boy, Auggie, who has a genetic disorder that has caused his face to be disfigured.  He has never attended school until he enters Beecher Prep Middle School.  Personally, I thought middle school was one of the toughest times of my life as a kid. We are all so awkward stuck between being a little kid and a teenager . . . suddenly we are separated from our elementary school friends and it's a bit like being thrown into a big ol' fire.  It's hard to get comfortable, but being a kid that is somehow 'different' or who looks different . . . man . . . that's just adding to the anxiety of what middle school can often be for a kid.  So the story of Wonder kind of follows this boy's experiences transitioning into this world of middle school while looking so different from his peers.

So each night, before settling to bed, this has been the book we would read together.  At one point in the book, Auggie's teacher ask the students in his class to write what the precept, "Fortune favors the bold" means to them.  When was a time you had to be brave and by doing so, something good happened?

When we got to this part, Mac stopped me and said, "Mom, this is kind of like me having cancer.  I mean, cancer is horrible.  It's really not good at all.  But because I have had to be brave and have treatment and get pokes and come to the hospital, a lot of really amazing things have happened that might not have happened otherwise."  

Yea, Mac.  It's kind of like that.  Good things like having your friends, school and community come together and support you .  .  . good things like making a great new friend and getting to attend the Big Ten Tournament to watch him play ball . . . good things like making new friends at the hospital and getting to know the nurses, docs and other patients  . . . our 9th floor friends.  "Fortune favors the bold."  Lesson number one that I learned from Auggie (and Mac):  'Be brave!  You never know how great things could turn out if you do!"

Mac and his sweet girl friend.

And then at the end of the book, the author talks about kindness.

"Mom, this is the best part.  I love that 'be kinder than necessary' part.  I think that's so important.  I don't always want to do it and I'm not always good at it, but we really need to . . ."  

Man, I don't always feel like it either.  In fact, I have often failed miserably at it in my life, but if ever needed to see an example of 'kindness' I certainly have seen if from all of you this year.  Time after time . . . seemingly endless acts of kindness.  The kindness has worn off on MacKale . . . it has motivated him to look for ways to put a smile on someone else's face . . . even if it's a bit out of his comfort zone.   When Dr. Mitchell presented him with the challenge this week to 'go make some kids smile' by donning a Tutu for Tutu Tuesday, of course, he accepted the challenge . . .

World's Best Oncologist --Dr. Mitchell dons her tutu with McCoy and MacKale

and so there we were . . .

with the help of McCoy they walked the floor giggling and waving in the doors of the patient rooms . . .

. . . being silly and attempting to put a smile on someone --anyone's face.

Lesson Two from Auggie (and Mac): Even though you don't always feel like it . . . even though it might be tough, find a way to do something good for someone everyday.  Make them smile.  "Be kinder than necessary."


Honestly, we are so anxious to be done and we're trying to have the best attitude we possibly can while waiting impatiently to complete this round of chemo.

Puppy visits help pass the time.

Monopoly Deal tournaments . . .

Musical.ly videos that make us laugh . . .

and walking (dancing) the floor and blaring music . . . all help make the time go by a little faster.

Some of these days can be very frustrating . . . and it's not always easy to be 'brave' and 'kindness' can be fleeting, but we are holding them as our goals and it helps to know, the end of chemo is close at hand . . .

 . . .only one more round.

Thank you for your continued prayers, for showing us your 'kindness' during all these months.  And in case you didn't already know it, you all really are a 'wonder' to us.

Mothers and Mustard Seeds

I know . . . what on earth could Mother's Day and Mustard Seeds have anything to do with each other or even MacKale.  Probably nothing . . . but to me . . . everything . . . and while this blog is meant to update everyone on MacKale's progress through cancer treatment, it is also a cathartic outlet for me . . . It keeps me a bit sane knowing I have been able to write down everything that has been racing through my mind over the days and months . . . so sometimes it's a little more than an update . . . like today.


MOTHER'S DAY

Blessings upon blessings, we are actually home this Mother's Day.  MacKale had out-patient chemo Monday and Tuesday which could most likely make his levels tank at some point this coming week, but for now, he's been to school part of three days this week, completed physical therapy, attended his school's activity night and has been able to check out some of his brothers' soccer games!  He's HOME!!!! I'd say that's about as great a Mother's Day gift as I could ever hope for . . .

But Mother's Day isn't just about me. . . especially this year.  Mother's Day is the day we traditionally tell our moms 'thanks,' eat a family meal (that mom hopefully didn't cook), and spend time with the women who have taught us all those ever important life lessons that have made us what we are today.  You know . . . wash behind your ears . . . wear clean underwear . . .  those kind of priceless nuggets of sound advice we have all heard as kids.   But especially this year, it also is a great time to thank all the women who have helped us out over this last 8 months, when my own mothering duties where stretched thin,  when I felt fragmented trying to be in two places at one time and quite often when I was just too fragile to do my job as mom the way it needed to be done.

I have always considered myself incredibly fortunate to have the best of both worlds.  I could work at the job I absolutely love and be with my children everyday.  It has been an incredible luxury.  Yes I was working, but I knew the boys were there with me . . . in the same district and in the same school.  I never realized how much that meant to me until it was no longer the case.  Even though I never had the boys in my classroom (I don't think any of us could have survived that), they were always just a room or hall away.  It was so convenient to be able to bring them to school and take them home as I came and went myself.  They were a fixture in my entire day and in my evenings.  I could sneak in and steal a hug or kiss at lunch time, I got to be a part of everything they did at school, awards ceremonies, Halloween parades . . . I got to see it all.  And if a problem arose or they needed me for anything, I was right there.  Even though MacKale had moved on to the middle school, he too was always there when it was time to go home, we all went together.  To school-Together.   Back home -Together.  Dinners--together.  Soccer games --together.  Church--together.  We were together A LOT!

But then MacKale got sick, and with it I suddenly found my role as mom become fragmented.  I'm so often away at the hospital with MacKale, but even when I am at home, it is often difficult to be 'present' for the little boys. I have had to depend on many other people . . . a lot of them women (a lot were men too . . . but it's Mother's Day so bear with me. . . ) to do for my boys what I used to do exclusively.  That's a hard pill to swallow when you are an independent momma. Because, while Mac was the one that is sick and needs me right now, his little brothers . . . the  "little boys"  have had to do without their mom for most of the last year.  It is heartbreaking, but I am so grateful for those women that stepped in when I haven't been able to be there, or when my skills as a mom have waned. 


My school family . . . the boys teachers  . . . my aide . . . my amazing principal . . . every single one of them in that building . . . all took the extra time to help McCoy and MaGill transition into being without me at school and at home.   They made sure the boys knew how they were getting home (Rita, Jess, Sandy), they supplied shoes, chap stick and hugs when they were forgotten or needed (Laurie and Mary), they took pictures to keep me connected to what was going on (Kerri), and loved on those boys and made sure they were ok every single day (JoyBeth, Katy and Deb).  I knew that while the boys were at school, they had a couple dozen surrogate 'moms' that would do anything for them and that made not being there so much easier.

When Mike and I needed to be with MacKale or on days when Mike needed to be in two places at one time while I was at the hospital, our friends Jackie and Ami stepped in and took over.  The boys had numerous 'sleep overs,' early morning carpools, dinners, and dance parties at their home.  They loved them, made them feel safe, checked them when they were naughty (and that was probably a lot!) and spoiled them when I couldn't and they needed it.  They took care of everything . . . even the not so fun stuff . . . like our dog . . . and my boys felt comfortable and protected when they couldn't be with Mike and I.  I knew when they were with them, everything would be 'taken care of.'

And then there's PapaLucy . . . Mike's own mother, Sandy, passed away nearly 10 years ago.  She was an incredible woman . . . seriously 'the best.'  Her passing was devastating to our family in so many ways.  I never thought in my wildest dreams that anyone else could love my boys the same way that she did . . . and you know what? No one can. But that's ok, because PapaLucy loves them just as much and in a way that no one could ever come close to duplicating.  The incredible thing about Mike's mom's passing is that she left us all an amazing gift . . . her best friend, Lucy.   Papa got to marry Lucy, my boys got to call her grandma and Lucy got three little boys out of it.  (I think she may have gotten the short end of the deal . . . just saying . . . they are kind of wild!) But she has never really been 'grandma' to them.  She is and always will be PapaLucy.  With the help of Mike's dad, Papa, they have been the little boys' family when we couldn't be there.  Lucy has fed them, let them trash her house, run them from here and there, spoiled them, given them candy like a grandma should and a mom won't, thrown parties for them and has been an incredible source of 'grandma love' in our absence.  I couldn't ask for a better 'PapaLucy' for my boys. 

Finally, my own mother, Grandma Shirley Pearl. (She hates when we call her that!)  My mother is the grandmother who indulges all the whims and quirks of my boys. She is the grandma that will take the boys exploring to go look for Petoskey stones after a fresh rain, she has taught them the fine art of hosting a garage sale, how to pick the best and juiciest berries in the most secret locations, the value of money and working hard, and she even taught Mac, when he was three, how to face his fear of needles.  She's my mom so, of course, she makes me crazy sometimes, but I know I do the same to her. . .  a lot!  But despite being 84 years young (and blind in one ear and deaf in the other), she is a rock.  She never fails to rescue me from piles of dirty laundry, locate whatever crazy thing I need for my class, she can make a mean batch of dill pickles, and she is always the proudest mom and grandma when it comes to her kids.  She has taught me so many life lessons . . . lessons about love, family and, of course, faith  and it's those lessons that have carried me through this year . . . 

MUSTARD SEEDS

The day that I sat in my closet and listened to Dr. Mitchell say, 'I think we can save his leg,' a memory from when I was 12  years old came flooding over me.  I don't think I ever spoke of it to Mike and really there is only one other person who would understand . . . that's my mom.  You see when I was MacKale's age, my mom would carpool to her work at a local factory everyday with her friend Dora.  But in that year, Dora's family was facing a struggle similar to the one that we are facing now.  Dora's granddaughter, Linda, was my age, and they had discovered a tumor in her leg.  I never met Linda, but like so many of you who have never met MacKale, I kept up with her progress and how she was doing through my mom and her grandmother.  Information was word of mouth back then.  I mean, there wasn't Facebook friends, no Internet or blogs  . . . heck at one point I remember us even having a party line. And if you know what that is, then you're as old or older than me!    It was hard for me to imagine at 12, having to go through all that she was facing.  I remember I sent Linda a card and some small gifts and at one point my mom helped me have matching t-shirts made for me and her.  There were those t-shirt stores that you could go to back then and look through hundreds of examples of what you might want on a t-shirt and they would heat iron it on.   You know . . . you could chose something like a cute dangling kitty with the words, 'hang in there' or something like that.  Some how my keen fashion sense remembers it as being all the rage then . . .   It must have been because for some reason I kept mine.  When my mother moved from the farm several years ago, she packed up all of her children's miscellaneous 'treasures' and deposited them at our homes.  I don't know what possessed me to finally go looking through one of those many boxes this week, but there was the shirt and the simple message on it that I made for Linda and me.

"God made me the way I am and God does everything right." When I look at it now, the font is horrendous, lettering crooked and what was up with the velvet letters . . . But the message was clear . . .  I wanted her to know that although chemo had taken her hair and the tumor had taken her leg, she was still perfect in every way that God intended her to be.

I had forgotten much of Linda's story over the years, but when I had to tell my mom MacKale's diagnosis, Linda's story came rushing back to the forefront of my mind.  At one point in the aftermath of MacKale's diagnosis, I remember my mom saying . . ."I know who you're thing of . . . and I thought of her, too."  I didn't want to remember, but I had to confirm in my own mind if what I remembered was correct . . ."she didn't make it did she mom?"  It's not that I had forgotten, but I think I just didn't want to remember that this young girl had lost her battle.  It had a profound impact on me then as a child and even more so today as an adult.

It about the same time as Linda, that I discovered an 'unusual lump' myself.  The knowledge of Linda's own story, was fresh and quite honestly, I was a kid and I was scared.  My young little mind tried to grapple with what that 'lump' could mean, and I was afraid that I had the same future ahead of me that Linda had travelled.  I was terrified.  I remember my mom having to 'reschedule' my appointment several times, because the lump would mysteriously disappear and then reappear or, more accurately, I conveniently couldn't find it because I was frightened of what it meant.  But it's very difficult to be brave when you are a child and you are well aware of what a 'lump' had meant to another little girl just like you. 

Where I went to elementary school, it was highly unusual for my parents to pick me up or meet me at school. I mean, it NEVER happened. Both my parents worked everyday and my little elementary school was nestled deep in the Manistee Forest miles from everything.  It wasn't a neighbor school just around the corner.  It wasn't like they would 'drop in' unexpectedly, so I was surprised when my mom came to collect me one day. She got me in the car and handed me a little box.  The kind of box that jewelry came in . . . the kind of box I was unaccustomed to receiving.   We weren't desolate by any means.  We always had food on the table and my parents worked very hard, but extra gifts for 'no reason' was not normal fare.  So I opened the little box  . . . and inside found a glass charm for a bracelet.  The little glass sphere contained a tiny little seed inside, so small that the glass of the charm setting was meant to magnify it in order to really see it well . . . it was a mustard seed and . . . a lesson from my mother came with it.

" . . . if you have faith the size of a mustard seed, you will say to this mountain, 'Move from here to there,' and it will move; and nothing will be impossible to you." -Matthew 17:20

I was scared to find out what this 'lump' meant with the thought of Linda still so fresh, but it was my mom who told me and showed me that I had to have the faith of a mustard seed.  The mustard seed that is so tiny, even minuscule will grow into a comparably enormous plant.  This itty bitty seed into a great big plant? Yes!   

Likewise, the amount of faith needed to do great things . . .  seemingly impossible tasks . . . to face great obstacles is, likewise, very small.  It doesn't have to be grandiose. I does not need to be overt or showy. It's not about the quantity or the size . . . it's about the quality.   Even the smallest bit of pure faith is enough.  It's enough to do great things and it's enough to see you through your greatest fears and your darkest hours.  My mother showed me it was ok to be afraid, but have 'a little faith.'  A little faith was going to be enough to get me through.  

The lump ended up being nothing more than a cyst and everything, thankfully turned out just fine.  But now, here I am.  No longer a little girl facing the unknown, uncertainty of an unidentified 'lump,' but traveling a similar that  Linda's mother travelled so long ago, but with my own son.  People often remark that our family has such great faith.  But you need to believe me and I promise you . . . most days it does not feel that way AT ALL!  The truth is, our faith is often very small . . . even minuscule . . . only the size of a mustard seed, but we know it's enough to see us though.  And while this faith is small, it is mighty enough to face HUGE obstacles and face great fears. My mom taught me that  . . . and so much more!  And to me, those lessons and remembering all the lessons our mothers teach us is exactly what Mother's Day is all about.


So Happy Mother's Day to all the mothers who have followed and supported MacKale, McCoy, MaGill and Mike and I though this time! Thank you for all the meals, the warm beds when we needed a place to crash, the kind letters, the gift cards, the prayers, the love and lessons you've taught us to get us through this and whatever lies ahead.  You have demonstrated to me what is means to be compassionate, how to love beyond your family, how to give so much of yourselves and you all have restored and fed my own faith every day that we've travelled this road. We love you tons!