Tuesday, June 18, 2013
This sweet girl was called back to her Heavenly Father this morning. Please keep their family in your prayers. My heart is breaking in two and cannot imagine the heartache and loss they feel. I think Jeff put it perfectly. "I believe sometimes Heavenly Father blesses us with some of his most special angels on this earth to remind us of His love for us. Miss Millie is one of those special angels." And she is. She is one of the most special children I have ever had the honor of knowing. We love you Flamm family.
We made it.
Through the many tears. And crying. And bouts of homesickness before we even left, we are now in California. And partially unpacked. We are slowly getting there. It took six months and several items of business we needed to conduct before we left...
We had to have Jake's first bone marrow transplant birthday/ going away swim party. We were able to say goodbye to most of our favorite people. It was kept very low key... nothing like his last cancer free party. But in a way I think it was even better. It was a perfect day.
I know I never posted about it, but remember this favorite person of ours? Yup. It is Jake's most favorite nurse. She was diagnosed with cancer a few months ago. Hate cancer. We need a cure. Desperately. It affects way too many people.
We had to wait for field day. It was the one day that Jake looked forward to the entire year. It was so important to him, that we stayed an extra week for that one day. There was bounce houses, and face painting and a dunking booth and snowcones. The most exciting part was the firetruck. At the end of the day, a firetruck shows up and sprays the kids. Cole decided to get his face painted instead. I was a wreck because I could not find him anywhere. Apparently he needed to be a nerd for the day.
We had to wait for the last day of school. We were planning on leaving the second Jake walked in the door. He had to say goodbye to his favorite teachers, so it took longer than I anticipated on. The second he hopped over the fence and saw me, he lost it. He started sobbing. He did NOT want to move. It broke my heart in two. Sometimes I hate what we have to do to our kids as parents. It was an emotional moment for the both of us. I eventually had to stop squeezing him and herded him to the car. Where he sat and cried for a good twenty minutes. I was aching at this point, because he had no idea what was to come next.
Before we left, we made one last stop. We had to say goodbye to Miss Millie. She had picked out matching stuffed animals for her and Jake and wanted to give it to him for his one year birthday. He loves that little girl and feels for her in a way only those that have gone through cancer can. We could only stay for a few minutes as we needed to go... and she was not doing so well. Jake hugged her goodbye and as we left, I proceeded to tell him this would most likely be the last time he would see her. Probably not the best time, but I could not put it off any longer. He needed to know and he needs to prepare himself for it. I was expecting the tears. I was not expecting the anger. He was mad. He doesn't understand why 'everyone is just giving up'. I have heard about it numerous times over the last few days. I got questions about his leukemia. I got questions of, "What if? What if mine comes back? What would we do? Would you tell me? Does she know she is going to die? When is she going to die? Why can't they do anything? Why would Heavenly Father let her die? He can save her. I bet He will save her. But we prayed for her, so she should be better." It was a rough conversation. These are only a few of the comments that I heard, not just from Jake, but from the other two boys as well. It is hard. I cannot even fathom what her parents are going through right now. And now I cannot talk about it anymore because I am a complete wreck when I even think about it.
And then finally, the nine hour car ride. The boys were awesome. Until the last hour. Which was pure torture. Crew cried the whole time. I was asked no less than 743 times if we were there yet. And finally we were. And it was worth it. To see this guy right here. We missed him like crazy.
Through the many tears. And crying. And bouts of homesickness before we even left, we are now in California. And partially unpacked. We are slowly getting there. It took six months and several items of business we needed to conduct before we left...
We had to have Jake's first bone marrow transplant birthday/ going away swim party. We were able to say goodbye to most of our favorite people. It was kept very low key... nothing like his last cancer free party. But in a way I think it was even better. It was a perfect day.
I know I never posted about it, but remember this favorite person of ours? Yup. It is Jake's most favorite nurse. She was diagnosed with cancer a few months ago. Hate cancer. We need a cure. Desperately. It affects way too many people.
We had to wait for field day. It was the one day that Jake looked forward to the entire year. It was so important to him, that we stayed an extra week for that one day. There was bounce houses, and face painting and a dunking booth and snowcones. The most exciting part was the firetruck. At the end of the day, a firetruck shows up and sprays the kids. Cole decided to get his face painted instead. I was a wreck because I could not find him anywhere. Apparently he needed to be a nerd for the day.
We had to wait for the last day of school. We were planning on leaving the second Jake walked in the door. He had to say goodbye to his favorite teachers, so it took longer than I anticipated on. The second he hopped over the fence and saw me, he lost it. He started sobbing. He did NOT want to move. It broke my heart in two. Sometimes I hate what we have to do to our kids as parents. It was an emotional moment for the both of us. I eventually had to stop squeezing him and herded him to the car. Where he sat and cried for a good twenty minutes. I was aching at this point, because he had no idea what was to come next.
Before we left, we made one last stop. We had to say goodbye to Miss Millie. She had picked out matching stuffed animals for her and Jake and wanted to give it to him for his one year birthday. He loves that little girl and feels for her in a way only those that have gone through cancer can. We could only stay for a few minutes as we needed to go... and she was not doing so well. Jake hugged her goodbye and as we left, I proceeded to tell him this would most likely be the last time he would see her. Probably not the best time, but I could not put it off any longer. He needed to know and he needs to prepare himself for it. I was expecting the tears. I was not expecting the anger. He was mad. He doesn't understand why 'everyone is just giving up'. I have heard about it numerous times over the last few days. I got questions about his leukemia. I got questions of, "What if? What if mine comes back? What would we do? Would you tell me? Does she know she is going to die? When is she going to die? Why can't they do anything? Why would Heavenly Father let her die? He can save her. I bet He will save her. But we prayed for her, so she should be better." It was a rough conversation. These are only a few of the comments that I heard, not just from Jake, but from the other two boys as well. It is hard. I cannot even fathom what her parents are going through right now. And now I cannot talk about it anymore because I am a complete wreck when I even think about it.
And then finally, the nine hour car ride. The boys were awesome. Until the last hour. Which was pure torture. Crew cried the whole time. I was asked no less than 743 times if we were there yet. And finally we were. And it was worth it. To see this guy right here. We missed him like crazy.
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