• Psalm 87:5-7

    I have been clinging to my Bible these days, and I find myself asking Brian question after question each night before we go to bed. Last night I was searching for a specific verse I had read earlier in the day that I wanted to ask him about… a verse I was struggling to believe. I couldn’t remember exactly where it was. I kept saying, “I think it’s Psalm 87:5”, but when I got there, it wasn’t. When I got there I realized that God was leading me to Psalm 87:5 for a specific reason… that I didn’t need to dwell on my doubts last night, but that I needed to hear who I am and how I am loved. God is in the details!

    I go in for my scan in 3 hours, and I am hoping to sleep through it (the whole process is 1 1/2 hours… the scan itself isn’t super long) since I didn’t sleep much last night. If I don’t sleep through it, please pray that God would bring to mind years of memorized Scripture rather than for my mind to dwell on the fear and anxiety of why I’m actually having the scan. That I would remember Psalm 87:5-7…

    But of Zion it shall be said, “This one and that one were born in her”; and the Most High Himself will establish her. The LORD shall count when He registers the peoples, “This one was born there.” [Selah.] Then those who sing as well as those who play the flutes shall say, “All my springs of joy are in you.”

  • A Quiet Heart

    Brian and I are overwhelmed by the love, prayers, support and encouragement we have received these last few weeks. We are well-loved and well-cared for and so thankful for all of you—our friends and family! I am up and around a bit more today, but I still fatigue easily and am experiencing a good bit of pain after the follow-up appointment yesterday. Most of the pain is my emotional pain, though, as I struggle with the questions, the fears, the doubts, the hurt of all of this…

    One of my favorite books is Keep A Quiet Heart by Elisabeth Elliot, and as I’ve wrestled with my faith and what I truly believe, I keep coming back to how resting in Jesus can quiet my heart. I’ve pondered just what exactly it means to have a quiet heart, so please bear with my meandering thoughts as I try to pour them out.

    Keep a quiet heart. “The Lord will keep you from all harm—He will watch over your life; the Lord will watch over your coming and going both now and forevermore.” (Psalm 127:7-8) It’s protection. I’m to protect and guard my heart from being bogged down with the tyranny of expectations, from the lies of Satan, from false guilt and fear. I see all the ways God has blessed me, and I ask myself if I truly believe that He is sovereign in the midst of pain? Am I willing for God to say “no” in my life? Do I believe that He has my best at heart even when I can’t see it? Have I kept my heart?

    Keep a quiet heart. John Newton says, “With Christ in the vessel, I smile at the storm.” So often I think of the word quiet as what it is not. Not loud, not boisterous, not proud, not drawing attention to one’s self. But then I look at it for what it is–calm, peaceful, well… quiet. Keep a calm and peaceful heart believing that God is good all the time.

    Keep a quiet heart. The very core of who I am–my will, strength and emotions. For what am I longing? I’d be lying to say that top of my list is not a longing for health and healing… for this to all go away. But deeper than that, I am longing for peacefulness. I want to be characterized by a heart of unfailing trust in my God. Even before our life fell apart 3 weeks ago, I had been struggling with feeling like all the little things in life had been crumbling around me. I’m feeling cluttered—not only in the physical realm of my home, but also in my relationships… my walk with God, my marriage, my friendships. It made me feel restless, discouraged and down. Yet my heart needs to be focused. I want to see God for Who He is and myself for who I am. I want to see life for what it is… this gift for this day.

    So I ask you to pray for me… for my heart to find rest and salvation in God only. Pray that I would see God for Who He is—my Father who loves me more than I believe. I’m struggling to accept His love right now. Yet He is so faithful to give me glimpses of Himself every day, even if it’s only in the smile of my children or the arms of my husband. I am weak. My faith is so small. My heart is not quiet. I need the body of Christ to be those things for me right now… for us.

    We have been surrounded by love and prayer, and we are overwhelmed… in such a good way. We beg you to continue to pray. I know that our God is big and that He could speak one word and my cancer could be gone completely and I could be healed. My struggle is believing that He loves me that much… would He really do that for me? I have had moments of stillness. I have wept. I have begged. I have struggled to believe. We continue to need you to be our hands, our feet, our mouths and our heart when we are too weak to believe. So I ask you to please lift us up on Tuesday as I go in for the scan–that the cancer would not have spread. And that if it has, that I would believe that God still loves me.

    II Samuel 22:20 says, “He also brought me forth into a broad place; He rescued me because He delighted in me.” The part of that verse that speaks to me is not the “rescue” part. It’s the “delight” part. Just pray that I would feel His delight no matter what happens in the course of the next few weeks. Pray for my heart. For quiet. For peace.

    We love each of you, and we are humbled by your love.

  • Follow-up Appointment

    Just got back from Angie’s follow-up appointment for the surgery; they removed the dressing and checked things out, she’s healing nicely. We go back on Wednesday afternoon to remove staples. (Ugh.. I don’t really do well with blood and sharp objects inserted into the skin…) We didn’t move the appointment with the Oncologist up, the Doc affirmed that treatment won’t begin until after that, so there isn’t really any point in trying to get there earlier. Her body needs some time to heal before they start pumping her full of toxins…

    We did accomplish my real goal in trying to see them earlier, which was to get further testing scheduled. Tuesday at noon she has a CT scan scheduled for pretty much her whole body. We’ll have the films to take down to our appointment on Wednesday so he can begin evaluating the possibility of spread.

    We’re holding up pretty well and are very encouraged by so many who have written, called, emailed and commented here. Obviously this is hard, but we cling to a big God.

  • Pathology Report

    I spoke with our surgeon yesterday afternoon about the pathology report on Angie’s tumor and the lymph nodes they removed during surgery. It’s not great news. Her tumor size was 2.5 cm and they classified it as Grade 3. (Grade is a ranking how different from normal cells the tumor cells are, on a scale of 1-3. 3 is the most aggressive) Of the 20-25 lymph nodes removed during surgery, there was tumor in 8 of them.

    Of course take everything ‘medical’ I write with a grain of salt, since I have no idea what I’m talking about… but all three of those numbers are higher than we want to see them. A tumor that large and aggressive with that many nodes means there is a much higher chance that the cancer has spread.

    We go in tomorrow for a follow-up on her surgery and we may learn more there, but our first appointment with the oncologist was just set this morning for September 14th. (I’m going to see what I can do to move that up though..) I gather they will start out by trying to get a baseline and determine what if any spread there has been, most likely a cat-scan.

    Obviously this is hard news to take, Angie isn’t doing great with it. She’s probably more scared of the treatment than the cancer itself going forward, and of what affect this will have on our children.

    Please continue to pray… we still don’t know more than we do right now, but we do know that this is going to be a very long and hard road.

  • Messages for Mommy

    Monday evening our friend Tiffany dropped by the hospital on her way home, she had been keeping our kids all day. She delivered a note from the kids that we would love to share… (these are their own, unedited, words- as dictated to Tiff)

    Dear Mommy,

    I can’t wait ’till you’re out of the hospital and I can see you again. We have new fishing rods and we can’t wait to show them to you. Hope your surgery went well. I want to come see you. I love you and I’m praying for you and I’ll have fun at the Pattons.

    Asher

    (He wrote his own signature of course…)

    Dear Mommy,

    I thank you that your surgery will be well. I want you to come back right now. Come whenever you want. I love you.

    Micah

    And a summary of their day, I believe this was dictated by Asher:

    Today we had fun fishing and got new fishing rods and so did miss Tiff. We got no fishes, but I wish we did. We wet to Cracker Barrel and came home and had rest time and played outside. Then we wrote you a card. Pattons are coming soon.

    The End!

  • Home

    We’re home.. Ang is cleaned up and into some comfortable pajamas and resting on the couch. It’s nice and quiet, her Mom came up to take care of her, and the kids are still out with a babysitter until this evening, so she should get a good rest in before things get to exciting around here.

    Thanks again for all of your thoughts, words, deeds, and prayers over these last few days (and weeks)… we have felt very well loved by all.

  • The morning after

    Pediatrics was good to us last night, the nursing staff up here is absolutely amazing. I slept like a rock on my little couch, for everyone who was wondering…

    Angie was awake and able to communicate by 8:30 or so last night. She’s been feeling pretty good, they have had her on Percocet for the pain, and I believe they are still keeping her on some anti-nausea drugs as well. It sounds like she didn’t sleep all that well, she was still kinda jittery from the anesthesia. Tim brought over a pizza for dinner last night (for he and I of course, we couldn’t convince her to have a piece!) and we sat and hung out for a while. It was nice, a good distraction for her. I woke up this morning when I heard our surgeon come in to check on us. She’s awake and doing pretty well, she’s had some Cheerios and apple juice… All the good stuff. We hope by tomorrow afternoon the pathology report will be in and we’ll hear more. Friday will be her next follow-up appointment.

    She’s getting her discharge instructions right now, no strenuous activity for the next 24 hours… Guess I won’t start her morning calisthenics up right away. Bummer.

    We expect to go home later this morning, but she’ll need some time to get settled. I’ve been asked about visitors; by this evening she may be rested enough- just be sure to call me before you stop by.

  • She’s out

    I just talked to the surgeon, Angie is in recovery and should be out in an hour or so. He said she did fine, and he got everything he needed. From here the tumor goes to pathology where they will biopsy and probably have a report by wednesday. We’ll be here overnight tonight and most likely go home tomorrow. [update] Actually i just talked to the recovery room nurse and got her room number- it’s in the pedriatric wing, apparently they have a playstation. Guess I’ll be fine tonight….

    That is again for your prayers, I’ll post again later after I’ve had a chance to talk to her.

  • so far…

    She’s doing well so far, there have been some moments this morning but she’s ok. It’s all very real now that people are sticking needles into her! It was awesome to walk into a waiting room full of friends and family when we arrived this morning. A couple of doctors we know have stopped by, and the nurse who did her prep this morning is a friend from church who came in just to take care of us. (thanks Amy!)

    The scan this morning wasn’t much fun of course (easy for me to say), but everything went smoothly and they found what they were looking for on the first try. We’re back upstairs now in the world’s smallest room, killing time for the next hour and a half or so- it looks like they have moved her surgery back to 1pm.

  • Today

    This morning we head in for surgery… Angie is doing pretty well, but it’s a scary thing to be facing. She’s been resting well tonight, I’m very thankful for that! The kids are as well prepared as they can be, when Asher got into bed tonight he told me that he couldn’t wait for tomorrow- “it’s going to be the best day of my entire life!” He’s looking forward to an entire day with a babysitter, and going fishing. Go figure.

    A quick look at our day, with apologies to anyone with any medical background at all… We will be at the hospital this morning at 7:30am to start preparing for surgery. Around 9am she’ll be given a shot of some sort of radioactive dye, which they will scan for later to see where they need to be looking during surgery. (One or more lymph nodes will come out and be checked to make sure the cancer hasn’t spread. This dye process tells them which nodes they need to be looking at) Surgery will start around noon and should last about 2 hours, followed by an hour or so in recovery, then hopefully I’ll see her again around 3ish. We’re anticipating coming home sometime on Tuesday.

    And a few housekeeping bits:

    • We’ve “outsourced” planning for baby-sitting and meals so that we (well, ok, Angie really) don’t have to think about it. Please contact Tina Johnson about meals and Elaina Carderelli or Jackie Prather about watching our kids.
    • Obviously we’re not trying to keep this a secret, but we aren’t advertising it either. If you know of someone that you think would want to know what’s going on, feel free to let them know. Pass along this website address so they can keep up with us throughout Angie’s treatment.
    • Pray! It goes without saying that this is hard on us, on our kids, our family, and on our friends. For your sake and ours… please continue to pray as we start down what is likely to be a long and dark road ahead.