Sunday, 14 August 2016

A new direction of care

Symptom management versus disease control 

When your child leaves the hospital after a medical procedure, you expect them to be better. You have some confirmation or resolution to the problem and a followup. 

This week when we left the hospital with our son Xavier, it was a completely different feel than usual. Being in hospital and having him undergo surgery is sadly old hat for our family. However, this time was different. 

In the past, we had always left with a plan, some resolution -- with a fight against his cancer whether it was radiation to finish the job or to recover from a successful surgery. 

This time is different. We have made a transition of care. We are no longer in attack mode. We have no arsenal left nor intelligence about our enemy.  

When Xavier's surgeon said we were free to leave Friday, we were hesitant. In fact, we said no. We wanted to stay another night. There is so much uncertainty in his condition now, the hospital is strangely comfortable. 

Perhaps it was our subconscious talking. We were trying to block out what it could mean going home. That our boy may not get any better, but worsen. If we were in the hospital there is still hope he will get better. 

Now that we are home, it is stressful. We are constantly assessing and analyzing his every move. We are watching, we are doing damage control and trying to keep it together knowing his situation is black or white. 

We wait and he gets better over time or we wait and he gets worse. 

At this time all we can do is manage his symptoms. Even his surgery was not intended as disease control, but rather to relieve his symptoms. It was devastating to hear his surgery was unsuccessful. All it meant was that the very sick boy we took to emergency was going to come home the same very sick boy. 

I pray every day for a miracle. I tell myself every day to hold on to every moment with my precious boy and to live only one day at a time. My motto now is to live for the now, stay in the present and remember to laugh, live, love and to let myself feel everything that courses through my body as we endure this journey. 

We can do this together!


Friday, 29 April 2016

One year later...

Tomorrow is yet another anniversary in our life that we would rather not remember. On April 30, 2015 we were told Xavier's cancer was back.

It hit me like a stray bullet. We were expecting news about a possible ventricle blockage, but did not even suspect the tumour.

It was late in the day when JoAnn, our clinic nurse, called. I was at work and went into an empty office to talk to her. She was devastated to break the news to us, but they needed us back at the  hospital in two days.

I was in disbelief. Shaking and not really comprehending what she had just told me. It wasn't sinking in and I didn't want it to. He wasn't going to go through this again.

The rest of that afternoon is blurry. I remember my boss and a coworker driving me home. I remember trembling as I walked into the house knowing I now had to break the news to Mark. I just hugged him and didn't say a word. That alone was enough. He knew.

I am so happy to be where we are today. It was a long and difficult road last spring/summer but Xavier is doing very well again. We have been blessed with an extremely strong and courageous boy.

But as always, there are lingering effects. And two of these things are particularly hard for me. I must pray a lot to find the strength not to blame myself.

I suffer every time Xavier has an irregular symptom. I panic inside. It's a battle not to let my mind go back to the very first time he was sick. I feel it took too long to diagnose him and fill with guilt about the pain he suffered while we tried to find out what was wrong. So now I immediately jump to the worst conclusion and do not hesitate to have the littlest thing checked out for fear of missing something terribly wrong again. But I also don't want to be that paranoid parent who takes their kid to the emergency department for a paper cut. It's a delicate balance of determining what's normal and what's not.

Other parents may not realize what a luxury it is to know your child's headache is just a headache or their stomachache is just a stomach bug.

Then there is the detrimental effect this has had on our daughter Mackenzie. The extent to which she has suffered is far worse than most know. Her personality has been shaped by her experiences and negatively affected her entire self-image.

I have been doing a lot of reading of material provided to us by our wonderful therapist about attachment trauma. It disturbs me to think she has this, but everything I read is bang on!

Unfortunately children who have  been abused or neglected can develop attachment trauma.
To have to admit Mackenzie was neglected is heartbreaking. It was never our intention; it was not consciously or maliciously done but rather a product of the situation we were given.

A child's brain is in a massive growth spurt up to age 2. Those early experiences are most influential in how their brain develops and circuits are wired. Unfortunately in Mackenzie's case, those years were extremely traumatic. She was often passed off to other loving family members, separated from her mom and dad for sometimes days at time while Xavier underwent the fight of his life. Her primary caregivers were at a distance. As positive and happy as we tried to be, a child senses your stress response.

Her behaviour pattern today strongly mimics that of a child with attachment trauma. Her personal beliefs about herself are skewed. Socially she suffers and has been viewed by her peers as being "weird." Her experiences growing up have been extremely different than many others which makes it hard for her to relate. Emotionally she struggles. Unable to recognize cause and effect and moral direction.

She is not a bad kid. She has a disorder that must be treated with care just like her brother's cancer. It takes patience and a team of people to treat her so she can become the best Mackenzie she was born to be.

I ask for your prayers for our family as we go for Xavier's MRI next week. Let there be no surprises (except good ones!) and time for us to continue healing from last year's experience.




Monday, 8 February 2016

Stop and smell the roses

Slow down. Stop and smell the roses, feel the rain, taste the air (although it may be harmful) and see the blueness of the sky.

More than ever now, we need to pay attention to these simple things in what has become an overwhelmingly complicated world. We believe we are making it better and in many ways we are; the medical breakthroughs, the conservationism and social justice.

 But in many ways we are also planning our demise. We have created an epidemic of depression; a mental health crisis.

And while our government has recognized the problem, the solution is not removing stigma or throwing money at the issue. These are Band-Aids. Blanket support systems are inadequate and insincere.

We need to address the root cause and accept we are our worst enemy.  Every day the pressures are mounting, expectations are rising and the pot is boiling.

The root cause is the unrealistic expectations we have sewn and society has cultivated.

We are perfectly imperfect. Stop pretending to be something you aren’t and start being who you were intended to be: a human being. God did not create us to be Him. He created us with freedom of choice and with the amicable ability to learn from making mistakes. Why would He give us this gift if we were not meant to fail?

And when we fail, we need to treat people like people. Somehow life has become an outward competition about everything. And the winners are splashed all over social media to make those who aren’t winning feel even more insecure.  We aren’t animals fighting over the last piece of meat. We are people with feelings.

Embrace your failures and empathize with your fellow peoples. Learn about them. If we understand more of what makes each other tick and why we feel or do what we do, we are building compassion.

I challenge you to be kind to others, encourage them and save your competitive attitude for the ball game.

I challenge you to slow down and reevaluate what’s really important to you. Appreciate the small things.


You are bursting with potential and although it may not fit in a cookie-cutter, hang on because your time is coming.

Wednesday, 13 January 2016

Medical appointment overload

Here it is now almost eight months since the horror of Xavier's relapse and severe meningitis and the pain still lingers.

Will it ever go away? Not likely.

Our healing is a road that never ends running parellel with our reality of managing an incurable cancer. It stretches across oceans, through that darkness of space, up to light where our Heavenly Father hears our cries.

Still I hear the sorrowful moans from my childrens bedrooms. Another bad dream I suppose, a nightmare that had come true.

We entered another barrage of appointments; each a reminder of this journey we call childhood cancer. The weeks before the next MRI are always the hardest. For all of us.

While some live their lives never having to step foot in a hospital with their child (aside from bringing them home after their joyous arrival) others see the walls of the hospital as a second home.
Rarely do we walk the halls of Mac without recognizing a familiar face. It is strangely comforting.

We live different.

I ask that you dont judge us until you walk in our shoes.
It is a way of life for us that I both praise and fear. It brings more joy than ever imagined and more pain than ever described.
You feel things you never knew existed. A blessing; a curse.

A life I will always be thankful for.

Monday, 4 January 2016

How my child's brain cancer made me a better mom

It was the first of two days I will never forgot. 
May 31, 2009. 

For some, you may recognize this date. It was an eruption of joy and euphoric exhaustion. 

It was the day I became a mother. A mom of twins.  I can still feel the soothing heat swell in my heart as I held my baby girl and baby boy in my arms on the operating table for the first time. As I recall that day I feel a sense of pride and purpose. 

It was the beginning of a new me. I was evolving inside and out as I began my journey into motherhood. It was going to be glorious. 

But it wasn't easy. There were nights I wished I could just turn off the monitor and go back to sleep (of course I never did that!). And to be honest, there were days I hated being a mom. I didn't know what I was doing half the time and when I did get something right, it never worked out the same the next time. Twins were exhausting. 

But just as I was settling into what I felt was the monotonous life of parenthood, the second life-changing day stopped me in my tracks. 

I was physically and emotionally derailed by the news that my then 9-month-old son had a brain tumour. 

Feb. 1, 2010. 

Fast forward six years. Now I sit on my couch writing this blog while my two beautiful children peacefully sleep in my bed. Despite our difficult path of dealing with childhood cancer, my children are thriving. 

And I truly believe that had it not been for my son's diagnosis they would not be the beautiful souls they are today. 

If it hadn't been for his diagnosis, I would likely not have been exposed to the fascinating world of neuroscience and psychology. I would not have forged a new way of parenting, but relied on how it was done in the past from my and my husband's experiences. 

Yet again I find a silver lining in a tragedy that has been forced unto our family by our loving Father. It was not by accident, nor a punishment. It was an opportunity to evolve and grow. To gain a new appreciation for motherhood and nurture my children's developing minds in ways I never knew existed. 

I have heard it said that babies don't come with instructions. But in fact, I have found some powerful guides to help every parent truly understand and appreciate the inner workings of their child's brain. If only parents-to-be researched childhood brain development as much as what car to buy. 

The brain is a wonder upon itself. It is incredibly complex and scientists have yet to unlock the true genius of the mass of neurons housed within our skull. 

It's not how you hold the bottle or change a diaper that makes the difference. Had I only known that six years ago!

From the physical to the psychological, I have been schooled on the brain - at least to a degree that I can understand more of what makes my children tick. I know now how resilient brain tissue is and how the meninges lining of our brains is the only layer that feels pain (ie. why meningitis is so painful). I know how new pathways can be made in our brains over time and how the brain changes shape even into adulthood by life experiences. 

So how did my son's brain cancer make me a better mom? 

It introduced me to integration; how I can help develop my childrens' whole brain, teach them self-revelation and know them more deeply "and intentionally build a foundation for a lifetime of love and happiness." (The Whole-Brain Child, Daniel Siegel and Tina Payne Bryson)

That's what it's all about, isn't it? 

I have always strived to do my best at whatever I may be doing. And the only way to do that is to continuously learn from the best of the best.  It is only natural that I would do the same as a parent. 

My son's cancer pointed this out. It led me in a more positive direction in my struggle to find and appreciate the joy of being a mom. 

God knew what I needed in my heart and he provided. He always does. 

Thank you for my blessed family. 

Wednesday, 9 December 2015

Feeding the fire

Buried deep within my soul is a fire. It burns slowly; smouldering inside me day after day.
I long for the day when this fire rages again. Like it used to before I smothered it with life.

Before kids, before mortgages, bills, illnesses and medical interventions, there was something else on my mind. It was fuelled by almost everything around me and grew stronger with every use.

This was something that took me through dark spiralling tunnels, across cobalt blue seas with purple monkeys swimming and up mossy green mountains that whispered cool breezes. It sparked all my  senses and tugged at my heart. It sent shivers down my spine and excitement in my belly.

And sometimes it paid.

My creativity was ignited by an imagination as unique as every snowflake that falls. The words came to me, the stories flowed and the imagery made sense. I created eloquent editorial and powerful prose.

But somehow along the way I lost my creative spirit. I pushed it away. I pushed it down. I pushed deep inside me.  I stopped using my gift, whether it be for lack of time, energy or age. I miss those days when I could clear my mind and let the creative juices flow as they say. It came easily, naturally.

It came quickly.

Now I struggle. My fingers no longer glide across the keys as I feverishly type a masterpiece spilling out of my head faster than my fingers can keep up. When I sit down to write, I just sit. I listen to the clink of the ice in my glass, the hum of the dishwasher and buzz of the muted TV. My mind is numb, my imagination dormant. My creativity is dull.

But I know the fire is still there, albeit more a smokey fog than a brilliant blaze right now. With a little practice and a little less stress, I hope to feed the fire again!


Thursday, 3 December 2015

#GivingTuesday




On December 1, Mackenzie and Xavier gave back to McMaster Hospital. After collecting money from family and friends, Mackenzie and Maria from ChildLife handed out MacKids plush toy Finnegan the Fox to the children on the cancer ward (3Y) at McMaster Children's Hospital. Xavier then presented his doctors and other helpers in the Neuroncology Clinic (3F) with a Christmas plant and card to say Thank You for providing him the best care!

I am so proud of them for their kind hearts!