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Christmas Spirit

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December 22, 2010

Christmas last year

Every year, the Christmas spirit hits me at some point. I may have been preparing for weeks, going through the motions because I know I have to or I will get behind, but not really enjoying it like I want to. Last year, it hit me when a sweet friend sent Santa to our house because she knew we wouldn’t be able to get out to see him that year. He arrived in a black pickup truck and came in amidst shouts of joy from my kids. He snuggled my bald little girl and tried to coax Jake to sit on his lap to no avail. And when I hugged him goodbye, I whispered in his ear, “Thank you so much… I didn’t think we would get to do this this year.” And, he whispered back, “I know… that’s why I came.” POW! The Christmas spirit hit me like a ton of bricks!

This year, it has come in more gently. I’ve been trying to enjoy the kids being home and their anticipation of Christmas, but mostly it has seemed like too long of a week without school before Christmas this year. But, this morning, sometime between 10 am and 1 pm, Christmas arrived for me. We invited two families over to decorate Gingerbread houses. These are not just any friends… they are dear friends. These are the girls that showed up, silently, at the hospital to hold my hands as we waited to find out if Tanner would make it through the night when she had to be life-flighted to Vanderbilt for a drug reaction. They are the girls that bring food without being asked, bring crafts when they know we have been housebound too long and take Jake with them when I need to focus my attention on Tanner. They are those easy kind of friends that are more like having family around your house.

So, we gathered this morning, kids happily smearing glue-like icing on gingerbread houses and eating easily as much candy as they smothered on. The girls did a nutcracker show, the boys played batman and air hockey and the Moms got some much needed girl time in a long week with no school.

A sugar coma in the making

When they all left and I sent the kids to their rooms for some quiet time, I realized that I was finally in the Christmas spirit. I put some music on the ipod and made fudge and counted my blessings… my many, many blessings.

When John got home, we went to see some Christmas lights and then, after everyone went to bed, I made Christmas morning breakfast casseroles to freeze in anticipation of Christmas day.

Christmas is just a magical time when, despite all the hubbub, there are genuine moments of such kindness to be found. Like the other night when my friend, Ron, called to say they had a special package for Tanner on Christmas day. I met Celia in the Kroger parking lot (okay, it was the liquor store parking lot, but that didn’t sound so good!) and we talked for 45 minutes in the freezing cold, catching up. Celia and Ron had pulled some favors and got a signed copy of Taylor Swift’s new CD for Tanner. It says, “I (heart) Tanner.” Swoon. In addition, the daughter of the person who got the CD for Celia made Tanner a necklace out of a Taylor Swift guitar pick.

In the bustle of season our friends had remembered us. That is the Christmas spirit.

I know I haven’t written in a while, so here are some of the highlights of the past two weeks:

– Jake had his Christmas program at school where he wore one blue transformer glove the entire time he was on stage singing Rudolph the Red Nosed Reindeer.
– Tanner had pajama day, went can caroling for the Second Harvest Food Bank and enjoyed her last day of school before Christmas break.
– We had our picture taken with Santa. Started out as a kids only picture, but since Jake wouldn’t get anywhere near Santa without me, we all jumped in. As you can see, he is clinging to my leg for dear life.
– Beth, Tanner and I went to see the Nutcracker. It was beautiful and reminded me so much of when my Mom used to take me to see it in downtown Philadelphia as a little girl.
– Beth knew me well enough to offer to go with me to return Domino to the rescue organization he came from. She was a great distraction. We drove to Jackson, TN, and handed him over to, hopefully, find a loving home without little kids. I still miss him terribly, but we’re ready to start looking for our new, family friendly dog after Christmas.

If it hasn’t already, I hope the Christmas spirit creeps up on you or hits you right between the eyes!

Love,
Beth

A Plea

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December 14, 2010

I’m writing this with my laptop propped on Domino’s back since he is nestled half on my lap and half on the bed. With great sadness, we have realized we cannot keep Domino. He has nipped Tanner twice in the past month and has begun chasing neighborhood kids when they run into the yard. We had a trainer coming next week to work with him, but just decided that he would be much better off with a family without children. So, he will be going back to the rescue organization that had him before he went to the prison on Saturday, UNLESS someone out there is looking for a beautiful and loving Dalmatian/pointer mix who would make a great pet for a family without kids.

Here are his particulars: He is three years old, neutered, micro-chipped, up to date on shots, heart-worm and flea control. He has passed his AKC Canine Good Citizenship test and knows sit, down, stay, come, give a paw, rollover and Bang! He is completely and very reliably house-trained and crate trained. He never chews anything up unless it is food or smells like food (he is quite a chow hound and has a great nose, so you have to be careful leaving food out). He is smart and silly and loves to be near his people. He has never shown any aggression towards John or I and does not challenge our authority. He would probably do best as the only dog and does not like cats. He is initially growly and seems aggressive when meeting a dog, but mellows out if the other dog does not want to fight. He needs regular exercise, but is definitely not as energetic as a pure Dalmatian and is very calm and docile in the house. He needs to be an inside dog with outside privileges.

So, if you or anyone you know are interested, please respond to the post ASAP. You wouldn’t be sorry. We are heartbroken to have to let him go.

Love,
Beth

Clinic Day #44

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December 1, 2010

Tanner went in for her monthly clinic visit today to get Vincristine in her port. Her counts were high (too high, really) at 3,500. Dr. Mixan doesn’t know why, but per protocol, we will wait a few months to see if she comes back down before raising her chemo above 100%.

Tanner has been to clinic 5 times in the last month. During maintenance, we typically go once a month, but for counts checks, flu shot study and a fever, we happened to be there a lot last month. This morning, she just started to cry when I told her it was time to get dressed for clinic. I hugged her and told her I wished we didn’t have to go and helped her get dressed. We dropped Jake at Aunt Beth’s house and went to the hospital.

The clinic visit went very smoothly, but Tanner kept telling me the whole time that her stomach hurt and she didn’t think she could go back to school. Then, when I thought for a brief time she might make it back for recess, she rallied and was excited to go back. But, when we got in the car, I looked at the clock and there was no way to make it to recess. Tanner started yelling at me in this desperate voice, “Just drive really fast. Don’t stop for lunch. Just get me there… just GET ME THERE!”

I didn’t say a thing. What could I say? I knew it wasn’t just about recess. It was about missing things in general. Going to the hospital to get poked and get chemo while your brother spends a fun filled day at Aunt Beth’s house and your classmates get to go out for recess. Not for the first time, nor the only time. For the 60th or 70th time.

The car got very quiet and I could hear her sniffling in the back seat. I wanted to say something comforting, but I don’t know any more comforting words. I’m fresh out. “Don’t worry, we’ll just be doing this 20 more times or so for 9 more months and
THEN we’ll be done.” Yes, that would be cheerful.

Then, she told me she was sorry she yelled at me and asked me how much longer she would have to do this. “Nine months,” I said, quietly. She just began to cry and said, “I wish I was someone else.”

Again, no words of comfort. She had given up and so had I. It’s just too long sometimes. Too much behind us and too much ahead. She’s doing so well and I know I should be grateful, but I don’t feel that way lately. I just feel tired and ready to not worry about all of this.

I ended up letting her stay home the rest of the day. I just couldn’t muster up enough momminess to encourage her to go back. I’m sad for her, but in this numb kind of way where I seem paralyzed to do much to help.

I realize this post is a big downer, but if I’m being truthful, these days are just as much a part of the journey as the celebratory ones or the tragically sad ones. In between are these numb ones where caring about all of this seems like a lot to ask. Leukemia is an exhausting disease that could wear anyone down. I know we will make it to the end; even on a day like today I have no doubt of that. I know we are strong enough to endure. But, I also know that there will be battle scars that never heal as a result. For all of us. And some days, I mourn those scars and question why this had to happen at all.

Love,
Beth