Everything stops. No matter where you are when you hear it, everything
stops. It’s evident in the way the phone drops from your grasp, the
way your chair sinks through the floor, the way the room begins its
maddening spin. Voices change to buzzing, the room temperature rises, and
your grip on control loosens. People blend to backdrops, textures lose
their meaning, and details oddly focus. Everything stops the moment you
hear that your child has cancer.
In this exhausting moment of brief eternity, all that is not your child
fades to virtual non-existence. From that moment on, the ache and longing
for your child trumps all else in your world.
Eventually, at some point in the future, these things that once faded in an
instant will start to reappear. The stack of bills on the kitchen counter
gets harder to ignore, the gas gauge on your car slams to empty faster than
it used to, the late night fast food runs begin to add up. Birthday and
Christmas gifts that once were a joy to buy become secondary; easy to
forget if the advertisements would just let you. You begin to realize that
the background struggles that had become merely scenery are still there and just as important. It’s at this point you realize that you need help.
Today is a special day, and this day is dedicated to those of you who
recognized when our family reached this point. This day is the one year
anniversary of Levi coming home from the hospital after months shut in a
room hooked to IVs as they delivered their devastating yet lifesaving
cocktails of medicines. And this day would not be possible without those of
you who bought the gas cards, wrote the checks, joined the bone marrow
registries, brought the meals, held us while we cried, kept watch in the
hospital, mowed our lawn, bought our kids a swingset, provided presents for
Christmas morning, and, most importantly, boldy approached the throne of
our Father in heaven asking Him to spare Levi’s life.
To be honest, it is difficult sometimes to think that our little one is at
home, happy and healthy, living the life of an almost three year old boy.
It’s difficult because we continue to follow and pray for other little ones
that are fighting their own battles. There are so many stories that we try
to keep up on, and so many more that we find out about each week. We
rejoice when test results come back clear, when little ones are able to
come home, when similar anniversaries are celebrated. But the reality of
sickness and the world in which we live is that not all stories end this way. Our hearts have been
broken by the news over the last few months of little ones who didn’t make
it; the brave fights waged from frail bodies and the intense love of their
families weren’t enough to defeat the evil of cancer and sickness. We rest
in the knowledge that the pain for these little ones has stopped, although
the world is a colder, harsher, more painful place for the families they
have left behind.
If you, our dear family and friends, would like to do something to honor
Levi and his anniversary of victory, please seek these families out.
They’re not hard to find. Please listen to the radio for benefits and
fundraisers, check the prayer request list on your church bulletin, ask
your pastor or contact your local community funds. Contact charities like
the Gift of Hope, who is set up to minister specifically to families like
ours. The reality of battles like Levi’s is that they are long, exhausting,
drawn-out, and demoralizing. They wreak havoc on finances, relationships,
and mental health. There is always an overwhelming outpouring of support in
the beginning, when the adrenaline is flowing and people want to be
involved. But the truth is that this level of support is needed throughout
the fight, not just at the outset. When you find a family to help, commit
to helping for the long run. You may find yourself helping for weeks,
months, even years. But that is what is needed. If it wasn’t for people who
were willing to help, support, and pray over the long run, I shudder
to think what would be left of my family today. Be a warrior for the next
family now, and do so to honor our little one and his battle.
We love you, each and every one of you. We miss you too, as we met so many
along the way and haven’t been able to keep in touch with everyone. But
know that we have asked God to bless you, and that we count you as family. As you pray tonight, thank God for the miracles He has performed in Levi's life. We thank Him daily that our little hero is still with us. Pray also for those that are still fighting. And pray for direction on how God can use you in the next battle.
I leave you within this passage:
Matthew 25:35-40
35 For I was hungry and you gave me something to eat, I was thirsty and you gave me something to drink, I was a stranger and you invited me in, 36 I needed clothes and you clothed me, I was sick and you looked after me, I was in prison and you came to visit me.’ 37 “Then the righteous will answer him, ‘Lord, when did we see you hungry and feed you, or thirsty and give you something to drink? 38 When did we see you a stranger and invite you in, or needing clothes and clothe you? 39 When did we see you sick or in prison and go to visit you?’ 40 “The King will reply, ‘Truly I tell you, whatever you did for one of the least of these brothers and sisters of mine, you did for me.’
We love you all,
Michael, Stephanie, Caylee, and Little Levi
