January 16, 2019

January 16, 2019

Dear God,

I’m really pissed off and angry today, not because I miss Anna (which I still do every day), but because I have finally realized that Anna’s visitation and funeral were probably the last times I was able to see many of my friends.  I’m in the “angry” stage of the grief process, but today I’m grieving the holes in my life instead of Anna.

This is NOT fair.  WHY did this have to happen to ME?  I’m NOT being selfish.  This is MY life, too.  In fact, this was probably more MY life that got screwed up than Anna’s.

I LIKED my life before Anna had cancer.  I LIKED my life this past fall.  Why does MY life always have to change?!?!

In 2014, I missed my friends.  It took a long time to reshape some of those friendships.  But, I made new friends.  Every time Anna was transferred from one area to another, I had to reshape those friendships yet again.

Then, after Anna was discharged, I missed my hospital friends.  Sure, Anna and I went back every month for her chemo visits and then again for visits, but it wasn’t the same.  Those friends slowly faded from my life, too.

So I made new friends.  Leah, Dave, Shelley, nurse Jaime.  They were good friends, with whom we had a history.  But, eventually, they left, too.  I missed them.

But then I made new friends.  Therapy friends, doctor specialist friends, special education friends.  The school friendships were pretty awesome.  These were all my kinds of people … friendly, intelligent, wanting to help others.

I LIKED going to CI.  Anna’s therapists were my friends, too.

And slowly, slowly I found a new rhythm to the friendships I had prior to Anna’s cancer.  My church friendships definitely underwent some changes, but some of them became deeper because of Anna’s cancer.  I was able to reconnect with McFarland people and enjoyed the relationships that were developing.

Now not only is Anna gone, but many of those friendships are gone for good, too.  Everyone else’s life moved on.  The holes in their schedules filled in fast, but mine haven’t.  I’m not READY to enter another sphere to make new friends yet.  I have too much crap to deal with for me.  But it’s lonely.

I KNOW that I will adjust in time, but this week it has really sunk in that all of the “we should get together sometime” talk was just that … talk.  Other people have busy lives and they don’t want to carve out a new space just to make me feel better.

This sucks.  I’m tired of my life being screwed up.  I don’t want to put for the effort that it takes to start over.

Me.

January 8, 2019

January 8, 2019

Dearest Anna,

Today was supposed to be your MRI day.  How you looked forward to these days!  You and I always were able to spend some time together just the two of us while we waited for the nurses and doctors to have everything set.  Your favorite part was “taking a three hour nap”.

Once upon a time, anesthesia did not agree with you.  But in the last few years, we had found just the right cocktail of medications to ease your way into and out of anesthesia.  When I would be called back to your side, we would start by listening to quiet, calming music.  Then, I knew you were coming back to yourself when you asked for different music.  I also knew when our time in the Campground was coming to an end because you would start asking to play games again.

You were always such a good sport about the MRI days.  You never complained about having to wear a diaper; the IVs didn’t bother you; and you thoroughly enjoyed the special time with me.

I don’t know what the doctors will ever say about your cause of death, but I believe in my heart that something would have shown up on this MRI.  I was so afraid of having to make any more hard decisions regarding your body.  If the scans had shown a secondary cancer, which I think they would have, you and Dad and I would have had to decide how it would be treated.

I didn’t want to go through that again; I didn’t want YOU to have to go through that again.  Although we would have done whatever was necessary, it would have been much harder than it was the first time.  It would have been harder because we would have known more about what we were doing to your body, your mind, and our family.  I believe that we were all spared from having to make any of those decisions.

But I miss our MRI days.  I enjoyed them, too.  The older you became, the fewer opportunities we had to hang out together, just the two of us.

Jesus loves you and so do we.

Mom

A different time.

And now for something entirely different.

Last year I did a lot of writing.  Letters.  Some sent to others.  Some kept for me.  Journal entries.  Random thoughts.  A family journal.

Most of these writings I kept private.  I was not ready to share some of my deepest thoughts and fears with others outside of my family, making myself vulnerable to the world.

But, with the different time we live in now, I thought these writings might offer a nice change of pace for reading material.  As I started rereading some of them in preparation for posting them, I found the different topics a refreshing change from the fast-paced, fear-inducing words that are prevalent now.

Many of these words were written a year or more ago.  I am farther along in my personal journey than I was at the time the words were written.  And yet, writing them down at the time helped.

What I will post in the coming days and weeks are not all-inclusive of my writings from last year.  Some things will remain private, most notably anything regarding Matt and the kids.  The choice to make personal writings public is an individual choice.  I will not take that choice away from them.

But my choice right now is to share some of my personal journey in the hopes that it helps someone else.

Christmas Letter (with pictures!)

Merry Christmas!

As with many aspects of life these days, the Christmas season brings a complicated mix of emotions for our family.  We strive to find a healthy balance with the thoughts and feelings we each experience, finding ways to remember Christmases past as we work to make new memories together, and discover how to celebrate the joy of the season while at the same time honoring Anna's memory and continued place in our lives.

Although 2019 included many painful adjustments to our lives, we have found ourselves well supported and continue to heal individually and as a family.

Kate finished 4th grade with a flourish just a few short weeks after she turned 10.

The beginning of 5th grade has brought with it added responsibilities and independence, but Kate is weathering the experiences well.  She enjoys opportunities to plan, record, and edit videos for Student Council and the Waubesa Word, her school's weekly news broadcast; and has begun learning to play the viola as part of the school's orchestra program.  (She's also taking lessons from her god-mother!)

Kate's preferred activities these days are writing, reading, creating, and playing all while having a tender heart for animals (except spiders).  She remains active in 4H, having earned county fair ribbons this past summer in creative writing, poultry (for a poster, not showing the chickens), and art.

Ethan ended his kindergarten year by being selected as his classroom's Super Spartan Star, before taking the summer off of academic responsibilities in preparation for 1st grade.  Ethan continues to endear himself to most adults with whom he interacts and is soaking up all of the learning experiences this school year has to offer.

Ethan began formal music lessons this year to help fuel his innate desire to interact with all things musical.  After a handful of ukulele lessons this summer, he has been taking weekly piano lessons this fall, looking forward to his practice times with mom and even asking to use a metronome (!) during practice.

In addition to his passion for music, Ethan also inherited a passion for building and tinkering.  Given free time, he can often be found building in his very own workshop that he receives as part of his 7th birthday celebration.

I have continued to substitute teach periodically in our local school district this calendar year, finding joy and satisfaction in being able to use many of my experiences to help other teachers and kids.  I have also continued to share what I have learned about children affected by cancer with educational professionals through a handful of invitations to be a guest presenter.

I was able to grow many vegetables and fruits in the yard this year, un spite of the shorter-than-average growing season.  In addition to gardening, I also thoroughly enjoyed going hiking, biking, and swimming with Ethan and Kate all summer long.

After 13 1/2 years working at GE Healthcare, Matt took a new job in December at Trek Bicycle Corporation.  Although he will miss the comradery of his co-workers (yes, Matt sometimes likes being around people), the relationships he had were no longer enough to offset the negative aspects of working at GE.  The new position (and longer commute) will be the cause of many transitions for our family, but we are optimistic that the shift will be a healthy one for all of us.

Our family was able to make some special memories together this year:

meeting acclaimed children's author Patricia Polacco,

participating in a family camp in the Kewaunee Peninsula,

camping at Wyalusing State Park,

donating a bench in memory of Anna at McDaniel Park in McFarland,

walking with a few dozen friends and family at the annual BCCN Superhero Run in Anna's honor,

and attending a For King and Country concert in Madison (the kids' first concert!), among other things.

As you celebrate Christmas this year, we hope you are able to create positive memories with friends and family, find joy in small moments, and rejoice in the birth of Jesus, our God, Savior, and Friend.

Summer

"So how's your summer?"

An innocent question.

A conversation starter.

One that is never asked with the intention of causing pain.  And yet … There's no easy answer.

We have talked as a family about possible ways in which we can answer that question.  For many circumstances, we simply give the short response of "good" or "fine".  But is that completely honest?

In situations that are more familiar, we sometimes feel comfortable giving the truer response of "different".  However, saying that usually reminds others of just why the summer is so different for us.  We often have to prepare ourselves mentally for the expected sharp intake of breath and then long pause from our listener if we plan on going with the more honest answer.

But, now that the calendar says it is August (!), I feel ready to answer some of the typical summer questions, where I may not have felt confident in my answers a month ago.

"So how's your summer?"

Different.  But we still have had plenty of opportunities to make good memories as a family.

If you wonder just how different this summer is from any of our family's previous summers, please understand that everything is different.

Our morning and evening routines are different.  Our mealtime routines and conversations are different.  The daily chores and expectations are different.  Places we go and do not go are different.  How we choose to spend our time is different.  Where we park is different.  (That's Matt's addition :)  Who we see and don't see is different.  How we feel about most anything might be different, too.

The list could go on and on.

But, we have had plenty of opportunities to make good memories together as a family.  We have had lots of smiles, laughter, jokes, and good times interspersed with tears both private and shared.  Sometimes the shared sadness makes for important memories, too.

"Did you go on any trips?"

Not really.

We participated in a weekend family camp up north in the Upper Peninsula of Michigan just after the 4th of July.  That was fun.

The kids and I went on our yearly blueberry-picking visit to my parents' place.  That was also fun.

We are hoping to go camping yet before school starts.  Other than that, we've managed some fun day trips to state parks, beaches, downtown, etc.  We've had plenty of good moments close to home, too.

Personally, I took a trip down to Birmingham, AL, in June to visit a friend and gather some information.  More on that another time.

I also did a short trip down to St. Louis in July for my uncle's funeral.  Although his passing was not unexpected, he will be greatly missed by those who knew and loved him.  I was thankful that I was able to go, spending time with extended family in a way I hadn't done in years.

Were the kids in any camps or anything?

Yep.

The kids took a few classes during the first session of summer school; that worked for us, especially since their first class didn't start until 9:40 :)

The kids also did a week of Lake Waubesa Bible Camp again in early July.  Unlike last summer, though, they both had buddies in their groups, which made the week more enjoyable for them.

Kate went to 4H camp again this summer with a couple of friends, shortly after the Dane County Fair and all that entailed.  The 4H camp was tiring (again), but Kate seemed to weather the experience better than she did last year.

Kate also participated in a writing camp in August with a friend from school as well as a week of summer orchestra (which was only about 30 minutes a day).

We seemed to have a nice balance this summer with some activities and plenty of down time.  I think it took us a little longer to find our summer rhythm than it has in previous summers, but we have continued to adjust and find ways to enjoy our time together.

How was your garden?

Fine.

As with every year, some items do well while others have issues.  This year we had an incredible harvest of peapods and raspberries while the broccoli, zucchini, and cucumbers are on par with other years (especially since I chose to plant less of each of those this year).  The new crops we tried were celery, brussels sprouts, cauliflower, and popcorn.  So far so good with each of those.  The peppers and tomatoes are looking good as well, whereas the potatoes survived the beetles in June and are still actively making their tubers.

My issues thus far were related to a fungus that damaged some seedlings I started downstairs, the cold winter which damaged our peach trees and peach crop for the year, and the groundhog which took up residence under our woodpiles.  Mr. Groundhog plumped up on many of my green beans, but after a couple of weeks of battling with this oversized rodent, we finally won.  He won't be eating any more of my garden produce now.

In general, my attitude towards my garden is much more relaxed this year.  I still enjoy parts of the process, but we will have to see if this hobby is where I choose to put so much time and energy in the future.  With that said, I still appreciate having a space of my own over which I can exert control, even if I have to deal with the unpleasantness of critters and weather.  And, the food is delicious.

How are the chickens?

Good.  The hens from last year are in prime laying mode.  We typically get between 1 and 4 eggs a day from the ladies.  We've had a surplus a few times and found others who enjoy these tasty eggs as much as we do.

We received 3 chicks this spring from a friend who has access to eggs that are hatched in elementary classrooms.  We accepted the chicks not knowing their breed or gender, but hoping for the best.  We guessed their breeds early on based on how fast and large they were growing (a dark brahma and two brown/red cochins, in case anyone is interested).  We also suspected early on that at least two of the chicks were roosters … bummer.

As the summer wore on, we learned that all three birds were roosters … big bummer.  Not only are we technically not allowed to have roosters in our neighborhood, but the boys were crowing louder and louder and starting their vocal competition with one another earlier every day.  Plus, they were starting to get aggressive with one another.  So, we had a different kind of harvesting day recently and have some meat to put in the freezer as well as our vegetables.

Are you ready for school to start?

Nope.

With how different the summer has felt and been for us, it also seems to have slipped by rather quickly.  I will miss the kids when they are back at school; we will all miss the more relaxed pace of summer; but hopefully the weather will still be pleasant for a few more months.