Last week Izzy had quarterly scans. I received email confirmation that they looked stable but it was not until today’s appointment that I actually got to talk to our oncologist who had been out of town. It was not until today that I shared with many of you the good news we received at that appointment.
When she relapsed late last spring we knew that while remission was possible, it would be challenging. And we were told it would not last long. Her team was shocked when she so quickly responded to treatment. Just one dose of chemotherapy and there appeared to be no sign of disease in her body. “What does this mean?” I asked, so desperate for them to say she would be okay. “Could mean something, could mean nothing,” they seemed to imply, insisting only time would tell.
Three months later there was another scan that was not active. “Is she in remission?” I asked, still longing for assurance. “Maybe,” they said. “But there is still a spot there, it’s not active but it’s still there and it’s just too soon.” They seemed hesitant to use a strong label like, ‘remission.’
Finally, today – after one year of chemotherapy and good scans – they gave it that strong label. Today they called it: No Evidence of Disease / A Complete 2nd Remission. Today I read that there was no sign of a ‘spot’ on the report.
I sat in the Oncology Clinic with joy as I listened to the words I had waited so long to hear. I sat there with hope and I sat there with great pause. But it was not until my drive home that I grew overwhelmed with joy. Not until the long drive home that the world seemed to stand still as I remembered my prayer time with the Lord last night. As I remembered, my heart stopped for just moment and when it started again it was more whole than it had been in a long, long time. This is the story of what I remembered…
Izzy wanted to sleep with me last night because we had an appointment in Cincinnati today AND because she was convinced that when she did it ‘encouraged her to get a good night sleep.’ So after further negotiating I climbed into bed with her captivating smile. We were talking about our dog and how old she was and Izzy said she hoped she made it to her next birthday. Without skipping a beat I began the same old talk I give every time she mentions death. The talk about how everyone dies and when we die we go to heaven because we love Jesus and He loves us. I am well versed in this talk for I have long believed I would someday need to prepare her for her own death. I am so well versed in it in fact, that I completely detach from myself as I give it. “This is this and that is that.” I might as well be talking about her school supply list. As I talk I become void of all emotion, numb to the potential of love around me.
So last night, after I give my talk about death, this is what she says, “But one thing never dies, you know?” I assumed she was about to adorably regurgitate my language and talk to me about God. “Are you talking about God,” I asked, confident I knew where this was going. “No, but of course He doesn’t die either,” she replied. Her response puzzled me and I knew I would soon have to walk her back down an appropriate theological track. “What one thing doesn’t die,” I asked. “Your smile,” she said, staring up at the ceiling. “Your smile never dies.” I don’t remember how the conversation went after that because my heart broke into a million pieces as my mind began to run ahead of me.
The truth is, I make a choice every day to declare LIFE for Izzy for one reason: because I do not have the faith to fully believe it. That’s why I have to declare it again and again. I have to make a conscious effort to believe it because inherently I do not. Inherently, I am exhausted and inherently I walk in fear.
I lay in bed last night long after she fell asleep still thinking about what she had said. I was so, so tired but my mind would not stop. I knew last week’s scans looked good but they never seemed to be good enough. In my fear and in my exhaustion I began a prayer exercise I had not done in a long time. I closed my eyes and pictured myself in a garden. I was surrounded by lush green leaves and bold flowers that seemed to go on forever. I sat on the edge of a stone fountain and watched my children play. This was a safe place for them, perhaps the safest place they had ever known.
I remember going to this garden in my thoughts years ago – when Izzy was first diagnosed and then again during treatment. I would lay in her hospital bed, tears flowing onto her bald head, and picture her running through this garden with long, flowing hair. And the Lord would always meet me there. I would picture him sitting next to me as we talked about my fear and my anger. I would say things to Him I couldn’t say to anyone else while she would run around and play with Carter. I could process what I was feeling because I knew that she was safe.
Last night as I lay in bed concentrating on this image of my children playing in the garden something different happened. The Lord came and sat next to me at the fountain just like he always did but as I started to talk he stopped me. He pointed away from my children to a couch I had never seen before and very simply He said, “You sleep. I will watch them.” It seemed very unprofound and yet as I looked to the couch I understood. As much as I wanted to watch over them and try to ensure their safety I was too tired. And having tried to do it for so long I knew I really didn’t have the power to protect them anyway. So with surrender I stood from the fountain and walked across the garden to the couch. I closed my eyes, then opened them one last time to be sure he was watching them. He was.
When I woke up at 4:30 this morning I completely forgot about the whole thing. I climbed out of bed with the same weight I do every day. I drove to Cincinnati, listened to the doctor and drove home. It wasn’t until I was driving home listening to a worship song that I remembered. It was a Matt Hammitt song that was very significant to me during aggressive treatment. The chorus says:
I couldn’t love you more, no I couldn’t love you more but somebody does. And as I heard the words I remembered last night.
You are mine for a moment but you are His, forever His. And in this life I am holding you but in His arms you live. As they washed over me I remembered the words of the Father: “You sleep. I will watch them.” And He was. He really, truly was.
I still don’t pretend to know what God has planned for Izzy’s life. But I am more sure today than I have ever been that He does have one.
Blessings on you today and LIFE for Izzy.
21 Replies to ““I will watch them.””
Oh Molly, I have prayed for Izzy every day since the day I read your first post. I have begged and pleaded and cried for grace and mercy and life for Izzy. Your testimony is what testimonies are meant to be — testament to a God who loved us enough to send his Son to die for us and and who carries us when we have no courage, no strength, no faith, no hope. It always reminds me that there are so many who do not know this love he offers so freely and so many who reject His love. I have prayed for healing and that Izzy would live to testify that she has a God who loved her so much that he leaned down to listen and reached out to touch her. My prayers are weak and remote but I will continue to pray for your family to the God of the universe who leans down to listen.
Bless you for your faithfulness to our family. ♡
Once again Molly you have moved me to tears. Tears of joy! I am so happy for Izzy. She will continue to be in my prayers. Prayers of thanksgiving. Life for Izzy.
Bless you Mary.
As always, your posts lift me up and give me a different faith than what I currently have. God sure does have a plan for our Princess Warrior Izzy. She is so precious, has so much insight and faith herself. And your smile never dies!!!!
Bless you Sandy.
Thank you for sharing. Tears of joy running down my cheeks! Tear of thanksgiving for LIFE for Izzy. Thank you, Jesus!
Thank you for your continued prayers.
So good to see this post….always keeping her in a good light. Always will.
Thank you for your wise words and as I was reading them I could relate to them 100%. My daughter relapsed for the third time (leukemia) in June and this time around things have been very different for me. I have honestly been more at peace. Trying to take things one day at a time rather than thinking about the big picture. I have come to the conclusion that no matter how much I worry and agonize, it’s all in God’s hands and He has the ultimate plan. Even my daughter seems more at peace this time around. Accepting it for what it is and giving herself up to God. So happy to hear that your daughter had clean scans. Sending up prayers for both of us. ❤️
Thank you for your kind words, Bonnie. I read about Maya and was so sad to learn of her relapse. I wish life had been kinder to both of our girls. Prayers of LIFE for Maya as well. ♡
Bless you. I thank God that you have the gift of expressing all this crazy in words. I’m so touched as a parent of a brain tumor survivor. Thank you.
Thank you. So thankful for your survivor.
I am in complete awe at the gift God has given you in your ability to express your emotions through writing. You are a true testament of a faithful mother and I long to have the faith that you do.
When I shared this news with my three girls they screamed and started doing the happy happy dance!!! Then they said ” Guess what Mom, she got to go to camp this year like us, that means she’s all better, did she love it? 🙂
You guys are touching lives!!
We continue to declare
LIFE FOR IZZY!!!!
Awww, that is so great. Tell them she did love it. ♡ Thanks for your kind words and your faithfulness to follow our journey with prayer for so long. ♡
Interesting, I have never met you, have never met Izzy, but my heart has been forever touched and changed by this battle you are enduring. I have three grown children, four step children, and 12 grandchildren, and the thought of any of them having to endure the thought of death, breaks my heart in a million pieces! To have the strength to give Izzy the facts, and at the same time, hope in Gods plan for her life, is a true credit to you and your faith in God. Thank you so much for sharing her with us, for I believe Gods glory is being revealed thru her. Life for Izzy!
Thank you so much for following our story. ♡
Thanking the Lord with your family today and praising God for his faithfulness! May God bless you Izzy and yes, I know He has a plan for your life!!❤️ With love and prayers, Carol and Don in Louisville, KY
Thank you so much for following our story. ♡
Molly, I’m praying this verse for you all today: “He will cover you with His feathers…” Ps. 91:4