I could really use a wish right now, wish right now, wish right now

I haven’t been on here much. All I can say is “I can really use a wish right now, wish right now, wish right now…”

I hold in my hand a wish. A tiny spark of hope.

I hold in my hand a wish. A tiny spark of hope. Hope for the future. Hope for life. Hope of things to come.

A miracle, new hope. It feels like God’s grace is running out for my mom. Where is the grace I felt God telling me about way back when I wrote the blog post What’s Grace got to do With it? Really, who am I to talk? I am not God. But I am me, and that’s what it feels like. We pray for a miracle, knowing it may not be granted. Knowing many before my mom have succumbed to the awful disease called cancer with nary a miracle in sight. Yet I pray every day for one, knowing my answer may be ‘No.’

My mom took a turn for the worse after getting on the new trial drug she had been getting a placebo of during her two years in the trial program at OHSU. The trial drug caused excruciating pain in her stomach and a loss of appetite. She was in the hospital twice in less than a week. Now she is home in hospice care and was taken off the trial drug. Her stomach pain has subsided and her appetite is very slowly coming back. She’s mostly eating soft food or liquid.

To those who have thought to send gift of fruit baskets, Omaha Steaks, Freshly or Instacart so my dad can get groceries delivered to his door or who brought home cooked meals or goodies. Many thanks to you. A special thanks to the writer of the note on one saying “Mary, eat!” When I read that to my mom. She smiled and decided to try eating a slice of apple. Thank you for being God’s hands extended to my parents during this tough time. For any who stopped by their house, thank you for helping lift her spirits. Thank you also for any and all prayers sent out way right now.

It doesn’t feel like Christmas around here. Mostly we stopped shopping for Christmas when things took a turn for the worst for my mom. But I honestly feel like we have Christmas all wrong. It’s not supposed to be about commercialism at it’s finest. It’s about God sending his gift to us – baby Jesus in manager.

I think Charles Schulz got it right with Linus’s speech in a Charlie Brown Christmas:

Linus Van Pelt“And there were in the same country shepherds abiding in the field, keeping watch over their flock by night. And lo, the angel of the Lord came upon them, and the glory of the Lord shone round about them: and they were sore afraid. And the angel said unto them, ‘Fear not:
“for behold, I bring unto you good tidings of great joy, which shall be to all people. For unto you is born this day in the City of David a Savior, which is Christ the Lord. And this shall be a sign unto you; Ye shall find the babe wrapped in swaddling clothes, lying in a manger.’ And suddenly there was with the angel a multitude of the heavenly host, praising God, and saying, ‘Glory to God in the highest, and on earth peace, good will toward men.'”
That’s what Christmas is all about, Charlie Brown.’

So, at the risk of sounding like my Christmas spirit person (animal?), The Grinch. I leave you with this:

And on earth peace, good will towards men…

*Photos taken by me on a trip last month to Edgefield, mcmenamins in Troutdale, OR

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Leach Botanical Gardens

The Leach Botanical Gardens are a beautiful spot to visit in the spring. Flowers are blooming everywhere. The paths through the trees are lined with flowering clover, azaleas, trillium flowers and other spring blooms. If you are looking for a place to take mom in the Portland area, look no further.

On a hot day, there is ample shade to keep you cool. On a cool day, bring a jacket so you won’t be cold while wandering the paths.

I’ve came here a few years ago with my family and my dad was still able to walk around all the paths at that time. Now it may be harder for him to do so with his neuropathy. It sounds like in the next year they will be building an aerial tree path and a central pathway from the Manor House to the Upper Garden, which may make things easier for my dad to get around. I’ll have to go back and see the changes next spring.

A peaceful place

The above photo is for my mom, who likes purple and is still battling cancer. She just started back in chemo after a round of radiation. The cancer just won’t quit. Since she likes purple, I’ve decided purple is her ‘fight’ color. Remember my mom in your prayers.

 

To all you other mothers out there, Happy Mother’s Day! Treat mom to a wonderful bouquet of flowers for 15% off on The Bouqs with code MOMSDAY15

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