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Thursday, 02 October 2008

  • you mean there's nothing else?

    PaPa has nearly completely recovered from the gallbladder and small intestine surgeries he had in August.  September has been a month of appointments and also enjoyment.  Appointments were with oncologists at Rex and UNC, and he had a PET scan (like a full-body cat scan) to see where else the cancer might be hiding out.  Meanwhile, amidst the difficult talks, discussion of options (or lack thereof) and thus frustrations, Mimi and PaPa have gone to the beach with friends for a long weekend, and PaPa has gotten back out into his regular activities a little bit:  town board meetings (he's a town commissioner) and visiting his college class (he's a STUDENT of auto body restoration), among other things. 

    We're excited about the fun things Mimi and PaPa can do while he's still feeling good; however, we're all a bit anxious about what the next days bring.  PaPa is frustrated because there doesn't seem to be a clear treatment that will give him even the possibility of a cure.  There's not one.  and that's extremely hard to accept.  Mimi is a silent sufferer; privately quiet in every way except her generous hugs and kisses.  She is struggling in ways we can't even see, and she may not know how to express it.  Or that she can, and it's ok.  The strain between healthcare-savvy family members and my grandparents who are used to handling all their own affairs alone is mounting. 

    In short, I think we all expected physical strain and hardship with surgeries and upcoming chemotherapy treatment, but none of us really anticipated the intense emotional struggle this would bring.  Sadness we expected from everyone involved.  But whatever this is, the whole myriad of emotion has taken some if not all of us by surprise. 

    PaPa continues to be hopeful, positive, and stubbornly strong, yet a sense of despair and frustration is creeping into the lives around him (and if he's honest, probably into his own heart too).  That has become the basis of my prayers now, and what I would ask you all to pray for:  unity among our family members, and a sense of godliness and peace that surpasses our understanding.  Pray especially for the emotional health of Mimi and the daughters (my mom and two aunts) and their relationships with PaPa.  It's a husband and father and his wife and daughters, and they need to have a continued understanding that everyone is on the same team; God is Lord, and we are His.

    JEFF&JULIA SOMETIME 2008

Tuesday, 26 August 2008

  • surgery update

    Hey and thanks to all of you who've been praying faithfully for my family and especially my grandparents.

    P8130048My mom took Mimi and PaPa to Rex Hospital yesterday(Monday) morning at 6am to prep for his surgery which started at 9am.  The surgery went well, lasting about 2.5 hours, and according to the surgeon, Dr. Chiulli, they found just what they expected and were able to remove the tumor from his small intestine.  There was very little blood loss, and according to the surgical standpoint, this step was a success.  Praise God! 

    The tumor was nearly completely blocking the exit of the small intestine into the large intestine, so they removed that segment and about a foot to a foot and a half on either side of the tumor.  Dr. Chiulli then sewed the remaining two ends back together.  (People have about 40 feet of intestine, total, so it's really not that much to lose).  He did not come out with a bag or anything of that sort, just a relatively small incision since he is such a tall, thin man. 

    The doctor also said the white spots which had been originally biopsied were indeed present on the lining of his abdomen and surrounding tissues.  The spots are small, more like tumor "buds" than masses at this point.  He said it's as if someone opened him up and shook a salt shaker around on the inside.  Therefore, it would be nearly impossible to be sure you've got all the white spots surgically without taking out all the contents of his abdomen.  Within a couple of days, we should get a pathology report to specifically define what kind of tumor cells are present.  Then the oncologist will play a huge role in deciding about chemo and such.  That appointment will come as PaPa gets stronger and is ready to deal with the next step.  It may be that he gets consulted in the hospital, if things go well and PaPa is feeling up to it. If not, he'll go home, begin eating real food again, and then go in for a follow-up appt. within a couple of weeks.

    Currently, PaPa's pain is under control; he has an epidural to constantly deliver the best pain drugs ,which makes him extremely talkative, and a tube to keep his stomach cleaned out while his intestine is healing.  It'll be several days before he can eat anything, but he has an IV giving him good amounts of fluid, sugar, and other necessities til he can eat again. He is in the best of spirits, laughing and joking with everyone who comes in, but he's totally lucid, too.  He is well aware of the blessings he's been afforded and constantly mentions how thankful he is for all the family and friends praying for him.  He says that in every step of the way, he's been constantly reminded of God's presence and provision for him and our family. 

    Please continue to pray over the next few days as this is a crucial time of healing and re-strengthening in preparation for whatever may lie ahead.   We are all basically exhausted after a week and a half of such activity(My family also moved back into our renovated house this weekend before the surgery), but we have to continue on with "everyday, 'real' life" too-- like jobs and all. 

    God's grace and strength is sufficient to make his power perfect in our weakness, and he promises that those who are weary and heavy-laden can come to him for rest.  I am so grateful for those promises and look forward to seeing them worked out in our lives.

    Thanks for reading so far, and keep in touch for updates as they come

Saturday, 23 August 2008

  • Currently Listening
    Blessed Be Your Name the Songs of Matt Redman, Vol. 1
    By Matt Redman
    see related

    Blessed be your name...

    So I'm ok, because God is good and he is blessed. Even his name is
    glorious and his love for us is beyond measure or our wildest
    imagination.

    That said, it has been a hard week because we found
    out Wed. that PaPa has cancer of the small intestine that has
    metasticized to the lining of the walls of his abdomen. This was a
    total shock considering he was "fine" prior to this past Saturday, when
    he had his gall bladder out in NJ. (He had gone up there with a buddy
    for a car show). During the surgery, the surgeon found some concerning
    "nodules" and sent biopsies. The result was obviously not good. He has
    CA of the small intestine, like I said, which is a rare kind of cancer,
    and the biopsy said it was an adenocarcinoma, which is unusual to find
    in the small intestine. (It's very common in the large intestine). So
    this week Mom and I have been able to do a lot for them-- (we were the
    ones who had to tell Mimi and PaPa what the biopsy results were since
    the surgeon spoke with Mom over the phone about it) -- like going to
    the grocery store to get liquids that appeal to him and taking him to
    more appointments.

    As it stands, he will have surgery Monday
    morning to take out that part of the intestine with the tumor, and
    possiby more, should they find more tumors. While he recovers from
    surgery, he will have a consult with an oncologist to talk about
    treatment options, more than likely involving chemo and/or radiation.

    I'm
    so glad to be able to be here in Fuquay, just a few miles away to help
    take care of my sweet grandparents. God knew what he was doing when I
    ended up here for work instead of in Charlotte-- or further abroad! It
    has been such a blessing to be able to do even the little things-- from
    going to the Kroger at 7am to get gatorade and give PaPa a chance out
    of the house, going to Dr. Currin's office after hours, finding him
    there, and telling him everything on Wed. afternoon so that the
    appropriate appointments could get expedited, taking Mimi & PaPa to
    his surgeons appt and sitting in with them, to helping arrange the
    gorgeous flowers that keep showing up at the house after his
    gallbladder surgery.

    It's so weird to see my 25-year-old- acting
    grandfather struggling to get around from the pain, sitting in his
    chair most of the day, getting periodically dizzy and nauseous. He is
    the singlemost energetic person I know, so this is really a shock to my
    sensibilities. I value the precious time I have, and I'm reminded every
    moment just how precious it really is.

    At the grocery store,
    PaPa was cracking jokes and I was teasing him that at least we know his
    sense of humor wasn't connected to his gallbladder! Even in moments of
    intense pain and uncertainty, he's got a great attitude, greater faith,
    and a peaceful spirit about all of this.

    Please keep all of us
    in your prayers, especially Mimi, Mom, Aunt Karen, and Aunt Melinda.
    We're about to face what will likely be a terminally rough, long ugly
    road through a desert wasteland... but we believe there are also sweet,
    God-sent springs that will sprout up during the journey-- they've
    already started, and we know they'll continue.

    To God be the glory for the great things he has done!

    Blessed Be Your Name
    by Matt Redman
    - - -
    Blessed Be Your Name
    In the land that is plentiful
    Where Your streams of abundance flow
    Blessed be Your name

    Blessed Be Your name
    When I'm found in the desert place
    Though I walk through the wilderness
    Blessed Be Your name

    Every blessing You pour out
    I'll turn back to praise
    When the darkness closes in, Lord
    Still I will say

    Blessed be the name of the Lord
    Blessed be Your name
    Blessed be the name of the Lord
    Blessed be Your glorious name

    Blessed be Your name
    When the sun's shining down on me
    When the world's 'all as it should be'
    Blessed be Your name

    Blessed be Your name
    On the road marked with suffering
    Though there's pain in the offering
    Blessed be Your name

    Every blessing You pour out
    I'll turn back to praise
    When the darkness closes in, Lord
    Still I will say

    Blessed be the name of the Lord
    Blessed be Your name
    Blessed be the name of the Lord
    Blessed be Your glorious name

    Blessed be the name of the Lord
    Blessed be Your name
    Blessed be the name of the Lord
    Blessed be Your glorious name

    You give and take away
    You give and take away
    My heart will choose to say
    Lord, blessed be Your name

     PaPa is notorious for falling asleep in the sitting position... thistime with a cup of fresh, hot coffee in his lap.  This picture wastaken as proof to him that such hullaballoo is true. :D

Monday, 12 May 2008

  • You Won't Reach It On Tiptoe

    “Add to your brotherliness … love.”
    2 Peter 1:7

    Love is indefinite to most of us, we do not know what we mean when we talk about love. Love is the sovereign preference of one person for another, and spiritually Jesus demands that that preference be for Himself (cf. Luke 14:26). When the love of God is shed abroad in our hearts by the Holy Ghost, Jesus Christ is easily first; then we must practise the working out of these things mentioned by Peter.

    The first thing God does is to knock pretence and the pious pose right out of me. The Holy Spirit reveals that God loved me not because I was lovable, but because it was His nature to do so. Now, He says to me, show the same love to others - "Love as I have loved you." "I will bring any number of people about you whom you can not respect, and you must exhibit My love to them as I have exhibited it to you." You won't reach it on tiptoe. Some of us have tried to, but we were soon tired.

    "The Lord suffereth long. . . ." Let me look within and see His dealings with me. The knowledge that God has loved me to the uttermost, to the end of all my sin and meanness and selfishness and wrong, will send me forth into the world to love in the same way. God's love to me is inexhaustible, and I must love others from the bedrock of God's love to me. Growth in grace stops the moment I get huffed. I get huffed because I have a peculiar person to live with. Just think how disagreeable I have been to God! Am I prepared to be so identified with the Lord Jesus that His life and His sweetness are being poured out all the time? Neither natural love nor Divine love will remain unless it is cultivated. Love is spontaneous, but it has to be maintained by discipline.


    I have been reading a lot the last week and learning so much about the purposes of God in having us to love difficult people.  Instead of giving us relationships and people in our lives for our ease and comfort (although sometimes he does this too, and we call them "angels"), we are often called ourselves to be saints-- suffering and sacrificing, making less of ourselves and our own expectations in order to love others as Jesus did:  Boldly in truth, yet mercifully in grace.  The goal is not to be awarded any title of "saint", but to strive to be more like Christ himself.  If I am pushing and trying to get other people to meet my standards and expectations, I end up only frustrating both of us.  I become critical and nagging instead of encouraging and thankful.  When I find contempt in my heart for others because they fail to meet my expectations for them, I find also that I lack respect for them.  "Contempt is conceived with expectation.  Respect is conceived with expressions of gratitude.  We can choose which one we will obsess over--expectations, or thanksgivings.  That choice will result in a birth--and the child will be named either contempt, or respect." (Gary Thomas)

    I currently have contact with several people that I find difficult to respect sometimes.  Until a few days ago, I saw this as a major source of frustration and strife, but I am coming to understand that God may be allowing these very situations in order to teach me 1)more about HIS love and perspective 2) how to practically (though not easily!) be more like Him and 3) how to allow him to make me thus more holy instead of more "happy", as happiness is not the end-goal of life; holiness is. 

    Some might say holiness is derived from strict asceticism; I say it takes more to get down in the dirt with someone and be totally frustrated by them and learn to love them as Jesus does in spite of it.  It's much easier, in my opinion, to be alone and untouched, loving only a God who will never hurt me than rubbed-out and hurt at times by people's behavior and my own expectations of them.  Choosing to love anyway is a bold and vulnerable commitment at the same time.  It takes a lot of courage as well as humility to be willing to possibly be hurt tremendously by flawed humanity (of both others and my own self.)

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