Move to Virginia

Since 2012 we've lived in Texas, Virginia, France, and Cameroon.  12 moves in 12 years.  Plus trips and visits of all sorts.  Is it a wonder we felt culture fatigue?  That sounds better than burn out.  We've been back in the home we own in Virginia now for 6 months.  And finally it is feeling like home.

Our renters did a number on the house.  And the management company.  I had assumptions I guess.  But Chris and I made it as fun as we could and we cleaned and re-did floors and painted and put things away.  There is SO much left to do.  12 years of rehabilitation and upkeep don't happen all at once. But we have a new roof, new gutters, new windows (still waiting on the correct ones to be delivered), a new couch and chair and tables.... The next steps will be basement and yard.  And a car.  We hit a deer and our new-to -us van was totaled. So a newer car is up there on the list of things we didn't think we needed to do but surprise, we do!

But today I was longing for my friends.  Friends who would have time for me.  And longing for an ability to communicate with my kids.  I don't know how to talk to them.  I was trying to be funny but they just looked at me with blank stares.  They don't want my serious talks.  They don't want to go to the movies or help in the kitchen.  And I am at a loss.  I wonder if I should just act like they are not here.  But I want to be available to them if they ever do decide to talk.

I love Virginia.  I love the mountains and the hills and the water and the parks. I love the weather - the perfectly ordered seasons.  I like it here!  

I do not miss Cameroon.  People, yes; the country, no. But so much time has passed  my friends have gone on with their own lives.  Their lives are full without me.  It is, I imagine, the lull before the business of life sets in.

And where is the home I am still longing for?  Not here!  Heaven.  And longing for all my children to long for heaven and a healthy relationship with Jesus.  

Meanwhile I'll work toward making this a welcoming home.  And work towards my new job with young adult MKs. And work toward subbing a bit to have travel money to go with Chris sometimes!

February 2021

 

43 days into 2021 and our home has dramatically changed again. More than once.

Chris and Kristin traveled to Cameroon January 4. Kristin is there to finish her senior year and Chris stayed for a month for work. On the 6th I had my first post chemo checkup and passed with flying colors. It was just Ben and me for a month. I was trying to plan some fun things for us to do – mother son bonding. A trip to Charlotte/JAARS was in the works for the time between semesters.
But, on the 9th I got a call from Noah. A call from a recruit during boot camp is never a good thing. Noah had a concussion during training. He was overwhelmed and they were sending him home. I panicked. How was he? What was really wrong. Was he really okay? I was so thankful they let him call on the 14th. He sounded much better, stronger, happier. He said it would be at least a week before he would come home and encouraged me to take our trip to Charlotte, so we did and got to see lots of friends. We came back on Tuesday and Noah came home Thursday the 21st.
Now it was me and my boys for 2 weeks! Noah was and is different. The time with the Marines changed him, mostly for the better. He was so helpful, got up early, worked hard, made plans. It was good. I made plans to take the boys skiing at Beach Mountain, TN with friends of ours. Unfortunately, by Tuesday evening the 26th I felt ‘off’. Wednesday, I had a tiny tickle in my throat. Thursday was when we were going to leave to go skiing by mid-afternoon – there was snow that morning in Lynchburg so in person school was cancelled and Ben finished up online. But I started feeling achy. Really achy. And then I had a fever. I got tested on Friday and the results showed positive Covid. Ugh. Noah then said that’s how he had felt! He had covid at boot camp (we assume) and shared it with me, and by Friday afternoon, we were pretty sure Ben had it too. We confirmed on Monday. But Noah’s test by then was negative, although he informed me he had lost smell and taste before he came home.
Chris flew back to the US February 4, but I wasn’t out of quarantine yet and still running fever. He took the train back and stayed in a friend’s basement apartment until I was finally fever free for 24 hours. Ben was well before I was, but finally Tuesday Feb 9 we were under the same roof. Today we are iced in and each working on our own thing. I messaged Kristin who is home quarantined after her school in Cameroon went online for at least two weeks because of Covid exposure there.
My heart is still longing for my true home. Not Cameroon or a childhood house, but heaven. My moto is still #choosejoy but that doesn’t mean it’s easy or that I’m happy all the time. It means that I recognize this temporary trouble and discomfort is just that, temporary. Heaven will be forever. And I can still trust the God who made me, who is with me, who is writing my story, to finish the work he has started. He doesn’t change ever. I am forever grateful that I know him, even knowing him just a little.
Noah is trying to figure out what’s next. Ben is well now and catching up on school. Chris is processing and working on things from his trip. Kristin is deciding on colleges. I’m still trying to recruit teachers to come teach in Cameroon, or any missionary kid school. We desperately need educators in all levels and subjects and guidance counselors and mental health counselors and librarians and… Well, you get the picture!

Please continue to pray for Cameroon, for teachers and the missionary kid schools, for the EthnoArts work Chris does, for peace, for my kids as they try to find their way. Pray for wisdom, and joy. Pray for my cancer to not come back and energy to serve well wherever I’m planted.
Thanks for reading.

Home is Changing

Where to begin? 

I’m a month and a half out from my last chemo. I’m feeling mostly normal now, except for some cold induced neuropathy – tingling in my hands and feet when I am cold; and a numbness in my mouth when I eat certain things.  I can’t walk quite as far as I could pre-chemo yet, but it’s coming.  What a welcome change. I feel like I spent the last 5 months in bed, and I know chemo is a miserable terrible thing (chills, fever, nausea, neuropathy, TIRED, foggy brain, apathetic feeling, and more…). Please pray that my colon cancer never ever returns, and I will never need it again.  

I’ve been released by my doctor and by Wycliffe to return to Cameroon, BUT, I will have checks for cancer every 3 months for a year and every 4 months for the next several years.  I’ll get colonoscopies done much more often.  If after 5 years it hasn’t reoccurred (in my lungs or liver), I’ll be officially cancer free. From this one anyway. 

Cameroon is not known for oncologists. SO, we have plan A.  Chris will go to Cameroon in the beginning of January and stay for a month.  Kristin will go with him and move into our friends’ (and fellow missionaries) home to finish her senior year with her class of 10 (she’s been part of the class since 6th grade). 

Noah is set to ship out to boot camp for the Marines on December 14.  If you’d like his address to send him a letter, let me know and I’ll send it when I get it.  It seems this time his leaving home will be a permanent thing.  It will be months before we can see him.

Ben and I will be holding down the fort here in Forest, Va.  He will continue with his 10th grade classes, and I’ll be taking care of my medical things and hopefully working to recruit teachers for Wycliffe’s missionary kids’ schools.  Hopefully I’ll make it to Kristin’s graduation in June, fly back with her and get her settled into college (she’s applied to 10 schools!), have my summer cancer check and return to Cameroon after that.

We have made these plans, but they are loosely held (Proverbs 16:9 A man’s mind plans his way, but the LORD directs his steps.).  One thing I definitely know now is that I have no control over anything. Visas are more difficult to get for Cameroon right now and we are waiting for our Carte d’Organisme (a type of residency card) to be renewed. There are a lot of Covid tests required – for visas, for travel, on arrival in Cameroon… We’ll need a tad bit more monthly support, partially to cover the more expensive insurance plan I need to be on. Who knows what my health will be like as we move forward, but hopefully great.

SO many changes.  So many moving pieces.  And it will be different with just one kid at home.  We are still in flux, still sorting things out, still prayerfully hopeful for plan A to happen.

And I’ve been learning. Rest, be still.  Know that the Lord is good, and he is near.  Anxiety isn’t helpful and God is in control.  I get to talk to him about everything that is going on (or not happening!) and he listens, he knows, he cares, he loves me.

Home for me for the next 6 months or so will still be in this little apartment, with fewer occupants and life will again be different. 

In my time of treatment, I understood why someone would want to quit and be okay with death.  Sometimes the cure is worse than the illness. I would not recommend chemo for old people.  It was awful.  Now I try to live each day for today.  Try. Try to enjoy my kids, the weather, the beauty of this world, friends, my sweet husband.  Because you never know what tomorrow will be like.  I am still longing for heaven and the peace and joy that will be there. No sickness, no sorrow. But for now, I’ll be here in my temporary home.

Here's some fall photos- birthdays, friends, my mom, ballet, Halloween costumes...

Chemo

Last Monday thru Wednesday I finished round 4 of chemo for my stage 3 t3n1 colon cancer. This therapy is supposed to kill any stray cancer cells in my body after they removed the tumor in my colon. It targets quickly multiplying cells in my body.  The unintended, but known, casualty of this treatment is it kills off blood/bone marrow cells too.  Because the cancer was in the lymph, I opted for the chemo, as the percent chance of the cancer coming back is significantly decreased.

 

Chemo is a cruel joke.  A promise of good with the cost of your quality of life.  For me the Sunday morning after round 3 (Monday-Wednesday), was a perfect example.  I woke up and I felt good!  Yay! I saw friends at church and said I’m feeling good, it’s not so tiring this time and halfway through the service, I felt bad. By the time it was over I was more than ready to go. I just got into the car and waited for my family. I slept and rested until dinner.  After dinner I was okay for a few hours. But then we took a walk and when we got home, I felt bad again.

 

One crazy thing about my chemo is that the doctor says this is like ‘chemo lite’ You won’t lose your hair. You may not have any side effects, but you might.  The nurses were more realistic about side effects and made sure I had medicine for nausea, diarrhea, and mouth sores. I chose to get the port the doctor recommended because everyone said it would protect my veins. But no one prepared me for the pain involved in getting a port and how uncomfortable it is.

 

What’s getting chemo like? Monday I go to the center. Before I leave home, I put a layer of numbing medicine on my port. They ‘access my port’ at the cancer center. That means the nurse puts a very large needle into the center of the quarter sided half sphere located under my right collar bone. They flush it with saline – you can taste it when they do. Weird right?  They draw blood from it. And that happens because from the port has a tube that goes over the collar bone and to my neck into the artery and to my heart.  They test the blood and check to make sure my levels are okay.  When the results come back, they start vitamins, steroids, anti-nausea medicine and finally the chemo medicine. I turn on my YouVersion Bible and listen to Psalms and fall asleep.  I wake and its almost time to go. They switch out the medicine and attach me to a portable pump about twice the size of a Walkman to take home for then next two days. 

I am tethered to this small pump that is constantly putting chemicals – chemo – poison into my body. It is supposed to target quickly dividing cells like cancer. Unfortunately, blood cells are also killed, and I feel weak. I feel sicker each day as it circulates in my body.  Wednesday I go back to the center and they remove the pump and take out the needle from the port.  Someone has to drive me because I do not feel well enough to drive.  I’m dizzy and can’t see well.  

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My meds                                                        Other bays

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I feel worse through Thursday – tired, slightly nauseous, maybe diarrhea, sensitive to cold.  The cold is weird. I can’t put my hands in the fridge or under cold running water in the sink because it feels like ice. My feet go to sleep in the car when the ac blow on them. And cold drinks feel like knives in my throat.  The metallic taste makes everything taste wrong.  I only want salad, eggs, oatmeal, fruit and a little meat. Or maybe nothing sounds good.  Sugar and cookies taste bad. And that is probably good since sugar feeds cancer.  I eat anyway and it makes me feel a little better.

Friday I’m a bit better, but oh, so tired and then I feel worse!  Saturday and Sunday mornings were good the first 3 times, but not after round 4. By midmorning, I need to rest and then maybe I’m okay for a few hours in the evening.  I’m sort of hungry but nothing sounds like it would taste good. My muscles feel like I've exercised all of them and now they are spasming. Monday is better.  I feel more myself.  My head is better. I have more energy. I can empty the dishwasher.  I can talk about food. I might be able to drive a little bit.  I can call people on the phone. Tuesday is still better still. I’ll almost me! Food still tastes funny, but I can eat cold things again and the ac doesn’t hurt my feet anymore.  In fact, I’m hot when I sleep like normal instead of the cold the chemo makes me feel.

And from Wednesday on I’ve felt pretty good. But then I’m thinking about the next round and dreading it.  And I’m not really feeling 100% so I’m slightly grumpy and maybe a bit depressed. I don’t have that many things I can do and covid19 makes it worse.  But I’m such an extravert I really miss seeing people. 

Sometimes in all that, I have trouble sleeping. And then I’m really a wreck: weepy, hurting, blurry vision, not able to concentrate. I might be the day I get chemo or any night.  And it’s frustrating since being overtired makes it hard to go to sleep.

 

Last Monday before the nurse started the drip, I found out from the doctor that the difference between 3 and 6 months of this chemo for me makes about 3% difference in the possibility that the cancer could come back.  I now know that that amount of difference is not worth it!  This means I’ll only have 2 more rounds and be done with it at the end of September if all goes well (meaning my blood tests show my body can take it).  YAY!!  So thankful!  I’m 2/3 of the way done! Please pray that the chemo will have killed any lasting cancer cells in my body and not done any lasting damage to the rest of me!

 

It’s taken a long three weeks to write this because I’ve felt so bad most of the time. I didn’t want to reread because that made me feel nauseous. 

A friend sent a present last week with a note. She’s had chemo and knows.  She said,” One of my struggles was that I wanted to be “brave” and have a faith that was strong, but some days it was hard for me to even read my Bible.”  I have those days.  I have days that the only prayer I can get out is “God! I hate feeling this way!” But I knows he understands, and I know there is a sea of people praying for me. Jesus saying on the cross, “My God! Why have you forsaken me?” has a whole new meaning now: that desperate place of lonely despair.

And I know I have it good: Only 3 months of misery; people who’ve prayed and made meals and given gifts. Family who loves and supports me (teens are moody, but they’ve been great most of the time). Husband who cooks and works and drives me and takes care of things while my muscles feel like they’ve been worked as hard as they can and now are shaking.  Friends and family who visit or take me places or call or text to check on me. But cancer is lonely.  It’s better to be somewhat isolated to protect from germs while your system is dealing with so much other stuff. But it is lonely. I wonder again and again how people do this without God and without a good support system. Even though I feel that way sometimes, I am believing I Peter 5:10 "The God of all grace, who called you to his eternal glory in Christ, after you have suffered a little while, will himself restore you and make you strong, firm, and steadfast." I trust that the Bible is true.  It is real. God's love never fails, never ends, never changes. 

 

My motto is CHOOSE JOY.  It is not an easy choice and I don’t succeed every day.  But God is here with me and I choose him. Everyday. Always and forever.  Because he chose me first. And I know he will help me to focus on the good. Philippians 4:8 reminds me "Finally brothers, whatever is true, whatever is noble, whatever is right, whatever is pure, whatever is lovely, whatever is admirable - if anything is excellent or praiseworthy - think about such things." That command makes a difference. I want to be that for my kids and my husband and for myself. I pray God will help me! I'm glad heaven is my true home where there will be no more pain or tears.  

Thanks for reading this craziness. Thanks for praying, supporting, loving.  Tell your loved ones you love them and seize the day.  You only get it once.

And get your checkups - colonoscopy and mammogram and whatever else there is. Live well.  Love God.  Do good.  See beauty in the every day.

Flowers from a friend

  

Covid and Cancer

My home. I'm home still and still not at home.

We’ll be in the States for an undetermined time.  Covid19 is making returning to Cameroon unpredictable. Flights are just starting to go back and forth in the last few days.  But Wycliffe isn't ready to send anyone back to where there are limited medical facilities yet, even though we still have people there.

But now there’s Cancer. My cancer.  I have stage three colon cancer.  And like Covid 19, I keep thinking all of this is a bad dream and I'll wake up sometime.
But it's real.

Here’s the timeline so far:

May 28 I had my, ‘I just turned 50’ colonoscopy. It was originally scheduled for March 31 but was postponed due to Covid.  I had no symptoms. But Dr Musana found a large tumor.

May 29 I met the surgeon, Dr. Beverly.  He’s going to do a right Hemicolectomy.  Remove everything from the appendix up to the top of the colon and reattach the small intestines to the colon. 

June 4 CT Scan.  Cancer does not appear to have spread. They will recheck my lungs.

June 9 CT Scan. Lungs look good

            Pre-op visit   Instructions before surgery, blood draw, EKG

            CoVId19 test.   Just to check before surgery

June 15 Surgery. Dr. cut out 16 cm or so of colon and the appendix and reattached the parts. It went well.

June 18 Home. Waiting for Pathology results

June 22. Results.  Not what we wanted. Cancer in one of the 28 lymph nodes.  That makes it Stage 3 colon cancer. T3 N1a moderately differentiated.

            This changes everything.

June 30 Oncology appointment with Dr. Gorsch. He recommends 6 months of Chemo, followed by checkups every 3 months for a year, then every 6 months, then every year until 5 years post treatments.

He said this chemo doesn't usually have bad side effects and I shouldn't lose my hair. But he also prescribed 3 nausea medications, said to get immodium, and prepare a mouth rinse with water, salt and baking soda for mouth sores, and be prepared for extreme sensitivity to cold.

July 10 A port installed under my collarbone just under the skin that connects a tube into my upper vena cava for easy connection for chemo, blood draw, IVs etc. 

It hurts to move my neck when I get home. The incisions hurt. Why didn't anyone tell me how much this would hurt?

So what does all of this mean for me right now?

My theme in all of this is to choose joy.  That does not mean I feel joyful every moment, but I am trying to find beautiful and funny things every day.  To have joy and enjoy something in each day. I know that I am in the palm of His hand.  I am covered in prayer and so is my family.  I am not alone.  

I’m still recovering from the surgery.  I’m not able to be very active for very long but every day I can do more.  I get tired really quickly.  I can’t sit for very long, folded up. My belly is just uncomfortable after sitting.  I haven’t left the house very much and I haven’t cared. And if you know me, that’s just weird. 

But I am getting stronger every day. I'm beginning to want to go and do.  Getting the port slowed me down to a halt. But I'm getting better again.

So what does all this say about my home? I am thankful my true home is in heaven and though I've never been, I've read about it and believe it will be better than I can imagine.  If I die, rather when I die, it will be my forever home. 

So what am I afraid of? Mostly I'm afraid of how my family will be effected by all of this.  I'm afraid of being really sick too. Pray for my family! Pray that I can be light and salt where ever I am.

Our friends and family and the church have been fantastic to us.  We've had meals, cards, gift certificates, phone calls and emails, and most importantly prayers.  I've felt surrounded by a sea of prayers and love by so many.  I've felt peace and joy that passes understanding as a gift from God.

But I've also felt pain, fear, loneliness, and abundant sadness. And that's okay.  It's okay to feel.

How do people do this without Jesus?  How do they make it through each hard thing, every uncertainty, not knowing God is there and he loves us?


For God so loved the world that he gave-
For me. For you.

I believe.  I don't know what chemo will do to me. Hopefully it will kill any stray cancer cells and leave the rest of me alone. Regardless of what it does, I know He loves me. I am surrounded by an army of witnesses of His love. I am, have been, and will be surrounded by loving family and friends and even by the kindness of strangers, but most importantly, by His Spirit. 

Thanks for reading and praying for me, for my family, and for Cameroon.


Here's what it looked like the first 2 weeks of June, trying to get in as much exercise, family time, and fun things before surgery.  

 And some not as fun:

Getting ready-

An EKG

Hospital 'food'

The oncologist 

 But still some nice things:

My chef preparing breakfast

My first outing - returning books at the library

a few weeks later, strong enough to go to the mall

4th of July with friends including this stranded fellow missionary to Cameroon on his birthday

 Getting the Port

One of these is now just under my collar bone.
The tube goes into a vein and then to the upper vena cava

The port means no more of these for a long time