From Weeping to Laughing in a Day

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Yesterday was a typical day for Harrison: some good things, some bad things. But, thanks to our Lord, more good than bad.

Spent the morning on the elliptical machine and at the mall. The kid is determined to get his legs strong enough for baseball. I just LOVE his determination.

In the afternoon, he and I were going to fly a kite someone gave him. We were both so excited. The wind was blowing hard and it was warm outside. Well, you know what they say about the best laid plans…

Because of Lachlan’s baseball game, we knew it would be late before we got home. (Incidentally, NRCA won the game and Lachlan had a two-RBI single to end it).  We wanted to get Harrison’s Gleevec into him before going to fly his kite. Right now we are mixing it with pudding (just the latest of many efforts to get it in him). On the very last spoonful it all came back up. It just kills him to keep vomiting up his medicine. Besides the physical pain of vomiting, it’s giving him a sore throat. It also is emotionally draining for him.

Well, it was another round of Gleevec-laced pudding. The extra time meant no kite-flying today. We were both bummed.

He got that medicine down and we headed to the school to drop of Blakely’s softball equipment and go to Lachlan’s game. As soon as we got to the school Harrison went into the bathroom and, yes, got rid of round number two of Gleevec. Ahhhhh. Poor kid.

When things like that happen, I must admit, my anger at cancer, and the treatment needed to try and rid him of it, grows. If someone was hurting my son I would do anything and everything to stop it. But I am helpless to help my son. His pain is too much to watch.

After we both calmed down we went to Lachlan’s baseball game. It was a warm, but windy afternoon. Harrison loves everything about baseball, playing, watching, and just being around it. He brought his helmet so he could be the bat boy.

But by the time the game started a bunch of his friends had shown up, so he was off to be a “normal” kid with them. I looked over at one point and saw him playing wall ball, and nearly lost it. His hat covered his bald head, most of the steroid-induced swelling in his face has subsided, and he could actually throw the ball and catch it.

Here was my son, with a tube hanging from a needle inserted into his chest, with several different toxic chemicals running through his body, who twenty-four hours before was receiving a blood transfusion, now running (as best he can), throwing, laughing; being a normal kid.

I gave thanks to God for the good. I also repented of the things I said to Him earlier in the day. And I remembered that God is merciful to forgive. I look at a band around my arm and it tells me to recall Psalm 146:

Praise the Lord!

Praise the Lord, O my soul!

I will praise the Lord as long as I live;

I will sing praises to my God while I have my being.

Put not your trust in princes,

in a son of man, in whom there is no salvation.

When his breath departs, he returns to the earth;

on that very day his plans perish.

Blessed is he whose help is the God of Jacob,

whose hope is in the Lord his God,

who made heaven and earth,

the sea, and all that is in them,

who keeps faith forever;

who executes justice for the oppressed,

who gives food to the hungry.

The Lord sets the prisoners free;

the Lord opens the eyes of the blind.

The Lord lifts up those who are bowed down;

the Lord loves the righteous.

The Lord watches over the sojourners;

he upholds the widow and the fatherless,

but the way of the wicked he brings to ruin.

The Lord will reign forever,

your God, O Zion, to all generations.

Praise the Lord!

Harrison’s grandparents are traveling today to come visit.  We’re excited for them to come.  I know it pains them to be 13 hours away with our family enduring this.  They are a rich blessing, and Harrison will love spending time with them.

There are several items I’ll want to bring to your attention, but one reminder is the St. Baldrick’s BaseBald even next Saturday, March 17, at NC State.  The Wolfpack will take on Wake Forest University and will be raising money for cancer research.  Harrison will be shaving the coach’s head.  He cannot wait.  Pray he’ll continue to be well enough to go.

Your kindness to us does not go unnoticed.  We are grateful for everything, big and small.

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