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What’s Brewing – Waking up from Vacation

Vacation has a way of taking brilliant minds and turning them into pudding. Vanilla. With Tapioca. And, though I would not consider myself to have a brilliant mind, (feel free to argue this point with if you wish), I feel a certain kinship to those who do.

Since my last post my mind been on a much needed mental break. But, now fall is here and I feel the need to press in, calendar up, and get back into plans, and schedules, and all those things that feel like the weight of the world and the survival of all mankind is hinging on them. Still, it has been good to wake up in the mornings without a list of to do’s waiting to greet me with a kick in the backside.

And, so now I remember that one thing I forgot to do before my blog went missing for the summer. I forgot that I never finished the story of our journey through cancer and maybe it’s because Bud’s cancer went on its own vacation without us.

In June we had our final appointment with Dr. Orwoll, who, with a broad and very satisfied grin, informed us that our presence was no longer needed in the infusion room. The cancer had lost its footing. Because, there’s no cure for Lymphoma, the best we can hope for is that it continues to “behave itself.” And in Bud’s case – it has. So, for now, we are free to live our lives without it until it finds a way to sneak back in.

This was more than great news! It was news that required celebration! Which is what we’ve been doing all summer; celebrating each day for the gift that it is. We immediately took a three day trip to Bremerton, stayed in a lovely hotel on the Sound, took a ferry to Seattle, and just smiled at life. We’ve had dinners in the screen house next to the pond and smiled. We Space A’d our way to Belfast, Crete, Sicily and Spain. And smiled. Because, that’s what you do when you realize that the biggest thing you have to do is to learn how to live without cancer. For a while.

And, so I’ve chosen, in this first blog of the fall, to wrap up this story by thanking each and every one of you for joining us in this amazing journey. Your continued interest, encouragement and faithful prayers, have meant so very much to us.  And, though we know Bud’s Lymphoma may  return to fight again, nevertheless, for now – we are free to not to think about cancer. Our cancer. Nevertheless, our hearts are tied with hope to Carole U, Patty, Carol C, Barbara, and precious Ruth, who are in the thick of the battle while cancer remains the best friend we never wanted to have. It comes when we least expect it. It stays longer than we want it to. It can take our hair, turn our stomachs, and steal our time. But, it can’t steal our joy, or crush our faith, or limit the unifying impact it has on others. For as long as God reigns, cancer loses.

But thanks be to God, who always leads us in triumph in Christ, and manifests through us the sweet aroma of the knowledge of Him in every place. 2 Corinthians 2:14

Love and joy, Bud and Sandy

What’s Brewing – Waking up from Vacation was first posted on September 18, 2016 at 9:06 am.
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What’s Brewing – From Son to Father

It’s my special honor to post our son’s gift of honor and respect given to his dad on this Father’s Day. Thank you Dean for using your words so well. And thank you for the dad you’ve become.

 

Our hands tell the story of our lives. As most of us age and look at our hands, we see wrinkles, spots, scars, and realize that we are getting old. I realized a short time ago while looking at my hands that mine are starting to look like my father’s hands! (Yes, exclamation point!)

I have admired my father’s hands for as long as I can remember. Those hands held mine, picked me up, taught me right from wrong, showed me how to fix EVERYTHING, shook strong, hugged long and wrote notes with the most clear, nearly typeset printing. The strength my father’s hands possess is legendary! My friends always tried to out-squeeze him when shaking hands, “hand-tight” on a car part was cranked down with a torque wrench for a normal man, a small squeeze of “re-direction” let me know that the choice I was making was a bad one.

I am proud to carry on the hands of an amazing father! I am proud to age in a way that resembles the man who used his strength and wisdom to raise two children by never giving up, always fixing what was broken (both literally and figuratively), and teaching me the skills to be a father and a husband.

Happy Father’s Day!

What’s Brewing – From Son to Father was first posted on June 19, 2016 at 9:40 am.
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What’s Brewing – Stop the Madness

Bang. Bang. Bang. Bang, bang, bang. Screams of horror join into the chorus of gunfire. Blood flows out of torn flesh and ripped emotions. Confusion fills the air with dread. Victims are trampled under the feet of those trying to escape the chaos. The whole world has gone dark. Suddenly nothing is gay anymore.

Life, again, is hanging in the balance between good and evil, split down the middle like, a photograph torn in two. And all we can say is why. It’s not a question. Not really. It’s a declaration of helplessness. Our strength runs red. Our independence fails us. Our values are shaken to the core. And our basic instincts take over as we pray for the news that the gunman is dead. Because, the madness won’t stop until the madman is stopped. Then, the final shot is fired and we, who hate hate and abhor violence, feel a secret rush of justice and satisfaction; good. He’s dead. Hell can have him.

And while it seems the world has been abandoned and God is nowhere to be found, the truth waits to be discovered; in this moment of terror, we’re closer to Him than we have the courage to imagine. Because, it’s in  these moments of primal fear that our true self emerges; the self created in the image of God. The God who hates evil and the God who loves justice, and we find ourselves hating it with Him, as all creation cries, “Oh, God, help us.”

It’s a momentary brush of humility. A fleeting flicker of understanding. That the cause of Adam’s fall from grace was more than just an innocent nibble from a piece forbidden fruit. It was the first step into the Holy War that divided man from God, man from man, and Heaven from Hell. Sin. Is. Not. Small. It permeates everything we touch, and see, and smell, and feel, and think, and do. It is the book of Leviticus alive and unwell. It’s Ecclesiastes languishing in egocentric mediocrity. It can’t be hidden under the rock of denial, or covered over with a warm blanket of self-esteem, or explained away with cliches, or platitudes, or empty wisdom. It can’t be removed by trying harder to be better, or legislating against hate speech, or enforcing stricter gun control. And we can’t make it nicer by wearing peace signs on our tee shirts or crosses around our necks. It’s. In. Us. And no matter how hard we try – it’s still there. Until we cry, “Oh God help us” and mean it. And when we do – He does.

So, what does it matter? Proclaiming sin as the reason for this season of violence in America. It matters because as soon as we identify a problem we just can’t seem to keep ourselves from looking everywhere for the right solution. More gun control? Aha…more laws. Too many Muslims in our country? No problem, just send them all packing and then close our borders. Too much hate and not enough love? Easy. Outlaw hate speech and engage in random acts of kindness. Sin? Hmm. That’s a tough one. A little too close to home. But, then again, maybe not. Because maybe the only way to save a nation is one heart at a time.

There is a way that seems right to a man, until the terror of life and the fear of death causes us to run from all our little gods straight into the arms of God Most High crying the prayer that touches the Father’s heart, “Help me God.”

He has told you, O man, what is good; and what does the LORD require of you but to do justice, and to love kindness, and to walk humbly with your God? Micah 6:8

Love and joy, Sandy

What’s Brewing – Stop the Madness was first posted on June 18, 2016 at 8:29 am.
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What’s Brewing – Our Journey Through Cancer – More

Treasures. I’ve been thinking a lot about them lately. There are things, usually small things, that warm my heart when I see them and fill me with tears when I hold them. Mostly because they remind me of something lovely. Something precious. Irreplaceable. Meaningful.

Which caused me to wonder just what the word really means. After some searching I discovered that the word treasure comes from the Greek word, Thēsauros, which translated in today’s English means – thesaurus. For word lovers everywhere, the thesaurus is one of our greatest go-to’s. Like a wrapped gift on Christmas morning it contains a plethora of more. More words giving us more ways, to express what we think and feel and love.

Looking back over our life with Lymphoma, is like rummaging through a box of seemingly unrelated items and realizing they all have one thing in common; memories. Treasures. A thesaurus of beautiful, difficult, challenging, and unpredictable words that have become treasures we never want to lose, or forget, or throw away.

I’ve shared many of them while blogging our way through cancer. But, this morning, my heart is overwhelmed by just one word that, when I press the key that unlocks the thesaurus, becomes many. Bud. I’ve been married to this man for fifty-two years. I should have learned everything there is to learn about him, but Lymphoma has opened up a whole new window into his character, his soul, and the heart of who he is. Treasures, lying under the surface of his character, waiting to be discovered along the path leading the way through cancer, all flowing through his name and giving me MORE to see than meets the eye.

Bud is a strong man. Cancer has made him stronger. More patient. More kind. More enduring. But, it has also made him more confident, more hopeful, more easy to please. More determined to finish unfinished things. More protective of who he loves. More committed to what he stands for. More faith to build upon until Jesus takes him Home. And more determined to build more memories to leave behind as keepsakes for the ones he loves. Like me. Our kids. Our grandkids. Our friends. And our kitties. Treasures stored in a thesaurus of words that last and gathered up in our journey that’s nearing the end. Bud, is definitely MORE of every thing I knew and More than I could ever have imagined him to be.

At the end of this month he will have, what we hope will be, his last infusion. Because Lymphoma is not curable, we will walk away from this season of doctor’s appointments, chemo treatments, and handfuls of pills, grateful, that for now, it has been conquered, and yet knowing it could return at a time when we least expect it.

And so life goes. Right? Expect the unexpected. Prepare for the worst and be grateful for the best. Gather your treasures along the way. Store them up in words that mean something. Share them with everyone. And make them count, knowing, that in this life, as long as we have breath, we aren’t finished. There is more to come.

Thank you for sharing this journey with us. For praying us through. For listening. For loving. And for rejoicing with us along the way.

Love and joy, Sandy and Bud.

 They are to do good, to be rich in good works, to be generous and ready to share, thus storing up treasure for themselves as a good foundation for the future, so that they may take hold of that which is truly life.

1 Timothy 6:18-19

 

What’s Brewing – Our Journey Through Cancer – More was first posted on May 15, 2016 at 8:26 am.
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What’s Brewing – That Very Stone!

It rolls around every year! Easter! But does it roll like the credits at the end of a movie, or like the stone that was miraculously rolled away from the tomb? We need, particularly at this time of the year, to ponder this. Because, what you and I believe about the stone means difference between “The End” and “In the beginning.” It’s the difference between a promise broken and a promise kept. A fistful of lies and a tablet of truth. Darkness and light. Life and death.

The stone was, from all human perspective, the very thing that sealed the end of Jesus’ story. The world was done with Him. Finished. Finist, if you were Caiaphas, and the high priests. Terminat, if you were Pontius Pilate and the soldiers who beat Him, flogged Him, pressed a ring of thorns into His forehead and drove the nails into His hands and feet.

That, now infamous, stone separated the disciples from their Rabbi.  Friends from Friend. Brothers from Brother. Mother from son. The sick from the Healer. And sinners, like me, from the One and Only, who could forgive my sin and wash it away with His own blood. That very stone! Rolled away. For though his body was broken beyond recognition, carried limp and lifeless from the hill of Golgotha, wrapped for burial, hidden in the cold, dark, tomb, and guarded by Roman soldiers whose lives depended on keeping Jesus right where He was – THAT VERY STONE – rolled away like a grey cloud covering the light of day.

THAT VERY STONE – rock hard – proved once and for all that NOTHING can separate us from the love of God which is in Christ Jesus!

Not sin done to us or by us

Not guilt, or shame, or abuse

Not persecution, or bullying, or rejection, or abandonment

Not the removal of our religious liberty

Not a sword, or a knife, or a gun, or a suicide bomber

Not cancer!

NO! In ALL these things we are more than conquerors through him who loved us. For I am convinced that neither death nor life, neither angels nor demons, neither the present nor the future, nor any powers, neither height nor depth, nor anything else in all creation, will be able to separate us from the love of God that is in Christ Jesus our Lord. Romans 8:37-39 NIV

NO THING will keep us from Him.

For HE HAS RISEN! Just as He said. SO THERE! Now, let’s go laugh, and sing, and dance, and praise the God who loves us dearly.

Love and joy! Sandy

 

What’s Brewing – That Very Stone! was first posted on March 26, 2016 at 8:09 am.
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What’s Brewing – Our Journey Through Cancer – New Day

I love that our anniversary comes at the first whiff of spring; just as the lilacs are budding and the ground is drying out after a long winter of frost, and ice, and incessant rain. It’s a simple reminder of that recurring phrase in the Bible, “And it came to pass” – because, obviously, it didn’t come to stay.

So many things in life, hard things, as well as sweet things, have a way of appearing on our calendars only to fade away as the pages turn to make room for what’s coming next. And yet they’re there, hiding in the back stories of memories left behind. One year it was the birth of our daughter, then another – the birth of our son. Then, there was the year our marriage nearly ended, followed by the year God put it all back together again the way He wanted it to be in the first place. There was the big move from Portland to Gresham. Graduations and birthdays. A litany of pets popping in and out of the dog swing door. Marriages. And grand-kiddos who showed up and took over our hearts in ways we could never have expected. Pages curled by age. Yet all a part of our story. This year it was, and is for now – cancer.

When the diagnosis was first pronounced we purposefully chose to look at life in terms of our lasts. Last Christmas. Last winter. Last anniversary. Last year with family. Last trip to Hawaii. Because it’s good to be prepared for the worst – just in case spring doesn’t come. But, on Monday, March 21st we’ll celebrate our fifty-second year of marriage. We plan to go shopping for our trip to Hawaii in April, have lunch at our favorite Hawaiian restaurant, and at night we’ll raise a glass of Prosecco and toast the demise of Lymphoma. This thing that blew into November, breathing fear through its nostrils and threatening to erase the word together and replace it with alone, is quickly losing its power to divide and conquer – us.

But, just as a reminder that this journey has been carried on the wings of prayer, ours and yours, a nasty cold moved in and took over. Colds and cancer are like watching our worst nightmare coming true – Donald Trump and Hilary Clinton taking the oath of office together. Nevertheless, spring has come. The cold has been conquered. And when June arrives we’ll be done with blood tests and infusions and handfuls of chemo pills.

I love that our anniversary comes in the spring. A declaration of new life. New days. New dreams. And new blessings yet to be received.

“And it came to pass…” Because it didn’t come to stay!

“Behold, I am making all things  NEW!” Revelation 21:5

Thank you all for sharing this journey with us, Love and joy Bud and Sandy

What’s Brewing – Our Journey Through Cancer – New Day was first posted on March 19, 2016 at 8:26 am.
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What’s Brewing: Our Journey Through Cancer – A Family of Heroes

It has been one month since Bud’s last infusion. Tomorrow we head back to Providence for another hook up and to wait for the slow, steady, drip to do its thing. And while I wish it weren’t so, there’s nevertheless, a missing stirring within us; a longing for this unexpected blessing of family.

Family, defined by Mirriam Webster as – a people, or group of peoples, regarded as deriving from a common stock. Or, this from Dictionary.com: all those persons considered as descendants of a common progenitor.

And our ‘common stock’ descends from a ‘common progenitor’ called cancer. Because, family has a way of morphing and changing according to our needs and experiences as we drift through the various seasons of life. And in this season of life, our common stock is strangely related to this community where everyone has everything in common. Cancer.

Every visit to the infusion room brings new members into our household of faith. New faces with new stories waiting to be read. And new heroes, all bearing the battle scars of that thing that binds us together. There’s the Viet Nam vet, fighting pancreatic cancer, who’s smile exudes confidence – “Here’s how I see it; if I live I get to stay here and if I die I get to go and see my wife. Either way – I win.”

And the woman with breast cancer, widowed for ten years, with a twelve year old son who’s embarrassed by his mother’s bald head. And yet her face is a portrait of joy and hope.

There’s the woman who also has Lymphoma. As we sat side by side waiting for the bags of chemo to finish their jobs, we talked about books, and family and faith. Before we left she handed me a book she’s just finished and said, “Here, I think you’ll love this as much as I did.”

Some of the patients, like Bud, bear none of the typical signs of cancer. No hair loss. No weight loss. No grey pallor of skin or dark circles under the eyes. They are the ones who appear to be winning their battle with cancer on this side of the river. Others, from all we can see, will win their battles on the other side of the river. Yet all are heroes.  The doctors, who tirelessly wage war against this horrible disease. The patients. The family and friends who sit by their sides. The nurses who cheer them on. And even the receptionists who welcome them in. Heroes everyone! Joined at the heart! Family! Those amazing people who have everything in common. The unforgettable ones. All loved by a God who loves them well. Because, it’s hard to walk out of the infusion room as an atheist.

By these we are humbled.

As for the saints in the land, they are the excellent ones, in whom is all my delight. Psalm 16:3 ESV

And tomorrow we get to visit them! Again.

Thank you for sharing this journey with us.

Love and joy, Bud and Sandy

 

What’s Brewing: Our Journey Through Cancer – A Family of Heroes was first posted on February 28, 2016 at 8:31 am.
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What’s Brewing – Our Journey Through Cancer – A Time To Laugh

Laughter is a curious thing. There are times when it can be annoying, like when the phone rings right at that point in  the movie when the killer is about to be revealed. And, then there are times when it’s just inappropriate, like that awkward hush that happens when you realize no one is laughing with you. Believe me I know. Nevertheless, laughter, when rightly placed, is like a song of praise rising up to meet the joy of Heaven.

Monday’s visit was a double header; infusion at 8:30 AM followed by a visit with our oncologist. We walked up to the check in desk with our snack bag filled with fruit and nuts in one hand and bag of boredom breakers, including a laptop, Kindle, and Bud’s book on tape, in the other. It’s the old Boy Scout rule – Be Prepared. And for us being prepared means doing all we can to break up the monotony of the three hour drip, while keeping our minds from overthinking our circumstances.

Then, to our complete surprise, the infusion went way faster than expected. The nurse set the drip a speed higher than usual, which cut an hour off the IV time, giving us ninety minutes to play with before our visit with Dr. Orwoll. So we headed over to the hospital for lunch, cackling like normal people who get to do something that doesn’t involve cancer.

In keeping with the mood of the day, our visit with Dr. Orwoll went even better than the hyper-active drip! You know the news is good when your oncologist walks into the exam room with a smile on her face and laughter in her voice. We have successfully completed our round of weekly infusions. Bud’s lymph nodes are shrinking rapidly! After his next treatment, two weeks from now, we’ll   switch to one per month! He’ll still be taking nineteen chemo pills at one time every two weeks. Aside from the heavy fatigue in the early evenings, he’s not having any of the predicted side effects, including, mouth sores, nausea, chills, hair loss, etc. And, if things continue to go as swimmingly as they are, we’ll be free to go to Hawaii for our anniversary in March!

We laughed our way home. Because laughter, when rightly placed, is like a song rising up to meet the joy of Heaven. God, my friends, never not hears our hearts! Never forgets what we ask for! Never loses sight of where we are and what we need. He’s the God of well placed guffaws. And this would all still be true even if the news was not good from our perspective. He’s in this journey with us!

What a blessing it is to share the laughter with you as we rejoice in what our God is doing in and through us all.

He will once again fill your mouth with laughter and your lips with shouts of joy. Job 8:21

THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR MEETING US AT THE THRONE!

Love and joy

Sandy and Bud

What’s Brewing – Our Journey Through Cancer – A Time To Laugh was first posted on January 24, 2016 at 9:00 am.
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What’s Brewing – Our Journey Through Cancer – And Now it’s Real

There is, I’ve discovered, an invisible line between what’s real and what’s not, separating illusion from experiential truth. Fantasy from fiction. Perception can only go so far in convincing us that we know what we think we know and can do what we think we can do. Cancer is one of those unseen lines that divides who we really are from who we imagine ourselves to be.

Tuesday, Bud and I walked into the infusion room, where three rows of empty chairs accompanied by sturdy IV poles were waiting for us, lined up like sentries prepared for battle. The cheerful nurse smiled at us, “You’re the first to arrive so feel free to pick where you’d like to sit.” Visions of scanning the restaurant, looking for a table by the window, gave me a fleeting sense of prestige, until I realized what was on the menu. Suddenly, I didn’t feel hungry anymore.

Four and a half hours later, the last drip disappeared from the tube and slid into Bud’s veins. We were finished. The first treatment was over, until the next day when we would walk in and choose another chair. Because that’s what war is like, you press forward, retreat, regroup, and press forward again to fight another day. Then, you march back home knowing that the soldier who said, War is Hell, said it after his boots had sunk into the mud of the foxhole.

The first day was rough; all the usual suspects showed up for battle, nausea, fatigue, cold and chills, and the inability to sleep for any reasonable length of time. But, by the second day we began to feel like maybe this would not be our worst day ever. And, fact, it went better than we anticipated. We drove home, excited to enjoy our four days of R & R, before going back to do it all again. And again. And again. Each treatment bringing us closer to our goal; to beat cancer into submission and head for Hawaii.

So this, my friends, is the true face of cancer. The worst friend you never wanted to have, and yet the friend who sneaks into your life and gives you the gift of discovery; that your strength is an illusion and your self-sufficiency is a gathering of powerless words. And the only exception to this is found one word; Jesus. Ever Present. All Powerful. Tender and Merciful. Gentle and Kind. The One who reigns over us with sword drawn and ready for battle. The One who shines His face through nurses, and patients, and friends who join Him on the battlefield of prayer. The One who holds you close, rocks you to sleep, and whispers softly as your eyes finally close, “It’s okay, you can trust Me, I’ve got this.”

And suddenly you know what’s real.

Thank you for sharing the journey with us.

Love and joy, Bud and Sandy

 

What’s Brewing – Our Journey Through Cancer – And Now it’s Real was first posted on January 10, 2016 at 8:28 am.
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What’s Brewing – Our Journey Through Cancer – Anticipation

Anticipation.

The rains came. The wind blew. And the arctic air covered everything with ice.

And so life goes. Today was the day we’ve worked toward since the diagnosis was first pronounced. We went to bed prepared to get up, get dressed, put on our marching boots and head out to Providence Medical Center for Bud’s first chemo treatment, to be followed by a second treatment tomorrow. But, one look outside and the thick sheet of sparkling ice shook a threatening finger at us, “Don’t even think about going anywhere today.”

Anticipation.

Flashbacks from the Heinz Ketchup commercial of 1987 sang back at me;

“Anticipation.

Anticipay-yay-tion.

It’s making me wait.

It’s keeping me, way-yay-yay-yay-yating.”

Yes, I’m that old, but in case you’re not, just click the link to catch up with the song that gave ketchup a whole new identity. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uoLoyg3JKRQ

Anticipation.

It’s been a wild ride through weeks of appointments, tests and consults – all leading to the main thing; a treatment plan. We were so close, having completed the last step on December 30th, when we met with an oncology nurse who taught us how to live and thrive through chemo. Sadly, it was one of those meetings that left us feeling more like we had been talked at rather than spoken to. The nurse babbled incessantly, and seemed to feel that checking her busy cell phone was an appropriate way to help newbies to cancer feel at ease and forcing this Italian /American/Chicago girl to suppress the urge grab the phone, stomp on it until it broke into tiny pieces and pour it back into her great big purse. Instead, we listened, asked a few questions, took notes, and graciously thanked her for her time – because we all have days when we’re just not on our game. We drove home with nothing more to do than wait for chemo day.

Anticipation – like Heinz Ketchup, is making us wait. Building our suspense. And challenging us to be patient. It both calms and disturbs our sense of urgency. It whets our appetites and creates new opportunities to expect the unexpected. It’s the surprise waiting at the end of the question mark. And the hallelujah of the hopeful heart.

And so we wait. One more day. Because the sooner we get started the sooner we’ll get finished. Thank you for waiting with us.

Love and joy, Sandy

Wait for the LORD; be strong, and let your heart take courage; wait for the LORD! Psalm 27:13

What’s Brewing – Our Journey Through Cancer – Anticipation was first posted on January 4, 2016 at 4:52 pm.
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