No Shame in Hope

No Shame in Hope

There is a certain member of this family, who, for the duration of his almost two year old life, clearly has demonstrated a moral objection to predictability or monotony in any way. He was not expected to survive past birth, and he did. He should not have made it through his first year, and he did. He should not have made it through a recent four month stint home on hospice with liver cancer, and he did. I don’t know what choice one has with such a child except to let him have his own way, and try again to do what we know to do to help his little body become healthy(ish).  I am completely grateful for, and deeply admire his tenacity, although I personally feel that he may have used his “youngest of the family rights to be dramatic” a little liberally. Do you suppose it is his … Continue reading

Cake, Kidneys, and Cancer

pediactric cancer story

To try and summarize Jed’s first year of life would exhaust a much more proficient writer than I. Any year that begins with “not expected to survive” and ends with stage three liver cancer is bound to be a tad incredible. This boy doesn’t believe in mediocrity, I’ll give him that much! I’ve been wracking my brain to think how to do justice to the time that began with me writing this letter to Jed before he was born, to where we stand now. And I totally give up. There is just no good way to explain how thousands of rides up the elevator to the eighth floor of a children’s hospital will profoundly change a person. Or how a little boy with impossibly fat cheeks who yells and grins and breaks every medical rule in the book can melt his way into hundreds of hearts. How a year ago, … Continue reading