An Experiment Begins

Well, Ian's counts aren't coming up. The biopsy results showed very few cells in his marrow, and what they did find was 60% disease. If this had happened just a month ago, it would have really been the end of the road. 

All the doctors just happened to come back from a big hematology conference a few weeks ago, however, where they heard about a possible new treatment for Ian. They gave Ian his first dose of the experimental treatment this morning. There are a list of serious and possibly deadly side effects, including full-blown GVHD, but at this point it is our best option.  

We are thankful they were willing to try this experiment here. They've taken lots of labs and will be learning from Ian's case as this goes. A very dear friend of ours has been praying they would find a new treatment for Ian and it would open up a cure for others. Let's pray her prayers are answered.

I'll leave you with some pics of our sweet Christmas visit with Ian yesterday:

Beauty from Chaos

Wow. This Christmas morning raga and this poem by Sally Lloyd-Jones were exactly what I needed this Christmas morning, like super special gifts straight from heaven to awaken my soul before the girls wake up. The more excited they were about Christmas yesterday, the more sadness and anxiety and chaos raged in my heart. It just didn't feel like Christmas with Ian in the hospital. Nothing felt right, joy was eluding me. I wanted to cry into a pillow, not smile and sparkle with my shiny, happy little girls... But this. This poem hit me to the core. If God can create the intricate beauty of this universe out of nothing and chaos, He can make something beautiful out of this sad, messy, overwhelming season of grief and isolation and change. I'm feeling hope and joy rising once again. 

Chaos: an advent poem

In the beginning,
before there was anything,
God’s building block—from which he would make the entire universe—was…

Nothing.

Out of the Void
The Abyss
The Emptiness
The Nothing
God makes
EVERYTHING.

His other building block?

Chaos.

The Bible says God hovered over the chaos—over the disorder, the darkness, the confusion—and out of that makes the universe.

Out of chaos, he makes…

…the butterfly

…tomatoes growing on vines

…sun, moon and a thousand stars—all turning, wheeling, orbiting together in a delicate dance.

This is not the clash of violent forces
making the world by chance.
This is an artist
creating his masterpiece.

Not because he has to.
But because he wants to.

For the sheer joy of it.

Doing what he loves to do.
Working with his favorite materials—
nothing
and
chaos.

Filling the emptiness.
Lighting the dark.
Turning chaos to Joy.

But sin lives in our hearts, unleashing chaos once more, working backwards—unraveling God’s beautiful creation, breaking his perfect world, un-creating everything: turning life to death, joy to sadness, hope to despair, light to darkness, order to chaos.

But God would once again turn chaos to Joy.

This time not hovering over the chaos.
But entering into it.
Taking the chaos into his own heart.
Mending his broken world
And in mending it
Die.

For, one night, long ago in Bethlehem,
Into the chaos of homelessness and poverty
Into the chaos of breaking hearts
Into the chaos of darkness and hate and tears and sickness and dying…

A Light.

A Word.

A Child.

-SLJ, Advent 2015

{Original poem © 2015 Sally Lloyd-Jones | written for Blood:Water, an organization founded by band Jars of Clay and activist Jena Lee Nardella to serve local leaders and join them in the fight to end the HIV/AIDS and water crises.}

Dixie Cup Christmas

Well, it is looking like we will be celebrating Christmas at UCSF this year.  Ian's neutrophils are at zero today. They haven't even teased us with a bump lately, much less the spike that we need for him to be released. He is usually already home long before this point, 29 days from the beginning of treatment, so it honestly isn't looking like they're going to come back up. They did a biopsy yesterday and it is clearly pointing toward disease progression.  We are now actively pursuing options of a clinical trial at MD Anderson in Texas or an experimental drug here at UCSF. We are requesting the treatment from Texas be given to Ian here at UCSF, which is a pretty tall order on many accounts (insurance and otherwise), but it can't hurt to ask. Please pray for us and the doctors as we explore these options and continue to pray for healing. 

I'm happy to say my cold sore has healed enough to where I felt safe bringing Fiona to visit Ian a couple nights ago. She ate chocolate ice cream and drank apple juice and danced to Ian's beat boxing and held his hand while he got his painful nightly neupogen shot.

We sure wish Ian could be home for Christmas, but if he can't then we will just have to bring Christmas to him.  I'm planning to secretly bring most of the presents to Ian's room before Christmas morning so the girls will be super surprised when we show up on Christmas Day and there is an unexpected pile of gifts waiting : ) 

Today I had my annual thyroid ultrasound just across the street from the hospital where Ian is staying. It has been almost 8 years since I was diagnosed with a rare and aggressive form of thyroid cancer, and I'm so thankful to still be here to tell the tale. Laying still while the ultrasound technician explores my neck and takes measurements again and again and calls the expert in to check out questionable areas - it's a sort of near death experience every time. I am forced to face my own mortality and the need to place my family and my future even more snug in God's hands rather than grip them fiercely and reactively in my own. 

A dear friend recently reminded me of a long lost image I used to love to compare my life to: a Dixie cup. In different seasons, it has carried different levels of meaning. I appreciate the visual perspective that we are all just frail little cups meant to somehow hold the much greater glory of God. 

These days, the analogy of a Dixie cup feels more applicable than it ever did before. Dixie cups can't hold liquid for long. They sag and crack and dissolve in a mercilessly short amount of time. They rarely even survive the short snack time of a toddler class before falling apart. Though we tend to try to avoid at all costs facing this reality for ourselves and those we love, humans are a lot like Dixie cups. We will all face death one day. Every single one of us.

As we are facing the magnificence and very real frailty of human life, we can all the more appreciate the true wonder of Christmas. We are celebrating the fact that to show us true love our Maker became a leaky, disposable Dixie cup just like us.  He understands our weakness and grief and suffering and is walking with us through each and every day of it.  Apart from his hand holding us, we would surely fall apart. 

Tightrope Walking

I've been getting a lot of pings asking for an update on Ian, so I figured it's way past due time for a post. I'm thankful to say this has been a relatively mild round of chemo so far for Ian. He's had a fever up and down the past week or so, but no major nausea or mouth sores. He has been at a neutropenic low for weeks now, and we are just waiting for his blood counts to start rising and reach the point where he has enough of a basic immune system to leave the hospital. The doctors always give the caveat "if his counts come back up" because nothing is guaranteed, but we are hoping and praying Ian will be home before Christmas. That is now less than a week away, so please pray superpower neutrophil proliferation over the next few days! 

We are not sure what is next. The doctors will make that call once we have more data on whether or not he is in remission from this round. We are forced to walk day by day with very little knowledge of what's coming around the corner. Possibly a transplant, possibly an experimental drug. 

It's felt like an intense tightrope walk this past month, having to live in two worlds at once as we prepare for an unknown future. Sometimes I lean into the grief and try prepare myself and our girls for the very real and probable likelihood of losing Ian. Sometimes it's hard to even imagine there's hope of healing and life altogether in the future. I hear Fiona share from her heart daily, "I'm scared Abba is going to die" and again and again "I'm sad. I miss Abba." Sometimes I melt into the sadness with her, missing him and afraid of losing him. 

Other times, usually after spending time with Ian, I'm so full of hope I can hardly remember he's even sick. Realistically, about three years ago he was in the same position with only a 5% chance of surviving another year. Statistics can be daunting, but when I see the glow on Ian's face and his strength of soul - those numbers seem quite feeble and useless. God is so much bigger and if there is more for Ian to do here, not even relapsed, high risk, chemo resistant AML leukemia can stand in the way. 

And so we walk the line - hoping for the best, preparing for the worst - one foot in front of the other, seeking to be present in the here and now where my daughters need extra cuddles and heaven can actually touch earth and life is really happening. Leaning too far on one side or the other feels unbalanced. Our hope is in God, not in the strings he can pull for us. Fixing our eyes and hope on Him, regardless of the future outcome, this feels grounding and truly hope-full. We are being schooled in the art of daily trust, and we are finding life that is truly Life here. 

I developed a cold sore a few days ago, which prohibits me from visiting Ian or bringing the girls to visit him until it clears up. I'm taking multiple treatments, both natural and pharmaceutical, to hammer this virus as quickly as possible. Please pray we can be back by Ian's side soon. And please pray for extra grace to walk this tightrope together with strong faith and soft hearts, eyes fixed on Jesus and present with each other, step by step by step. 

Fire

Dear God,

Please do not forget that you have me on the stove.

Warmly,

Ian