Dear Friends and
Family,
Easter is just
around the corner. When I was a child,
Easter wasn’t about Jesus dying on the cross for us and rising from the dead
three days later. For me, in my
unchurched home, Easter was about candy! Candy in Easter baskets and candy in
plastic colored eggs, well hidden for three little hunters. And my very favorite candies, by far, were
those little speckled “birds' eggs,” which were malt balls covered in a crunchy,
sweet candy coating. I loved plain malt
balls too, and in fact, they were my number one movie snack. But at Easter time, something about adding
the extra sweet candy coating on top of those malt balls made me swoon.
I’m sad to say
the news I am about to share with you cannot be sugarcoated. Things are looking a bit grim at the
moment. In the last six weeks my tumor
marker has jumped from around 40 to 379.
As a reminder, a normal, healthy CA-125 marker is 0 to 35. This jump is cause for much alarm, as even
when I was first diagnosed with cancer in January of 2013, my tumor marker was
only around 169. I have reached a new
high, which, as you can understand, has brought the Dudley family to a new
low.
When I saw my
oncologist on Monday and we discussed that high tumor marker, she couldn’t
believe I wasn’t doubled over in pain.
My stomach has felt a bit off, for sure, but no major pain to report
yet. The most recent drug we had tried,
Topotecan, was a complete failure, as noted by the gargantuan jump in the tumor
marker. So yesterday I began yet another
new drug combination to try to attack this growing cancer. The new chemo drug is Gemsar, and I will
continue to receive Avastin with it (Avastin is the drug that prevents the
formation of the tiny blood vessels that feed cancer cells). I wasn’t tremendously encouraged to hear that
only 20% of ovarian cancer patients respond to Gemsar. But as we know, someone has to be in that 20% and we will pray it will be me! I will have a CT scan next Wednesday, right
before chemo, so that will give us a better picture of what is going on with
that ridiculous tumor marker number!
Looking out a
little further, my oncologist is applying for a “compassionate use” approval of
a non-FDA approved immunotherapy drug for me.
It is currently showing success in other types cancers and it may be
something we will need to try if it is approved. More on that later, if and when we get to
that point! But this is something else
you can pray for for us.
I am delighted
that Steve’s employer, UW Physicians, has approved his family medical leave act
application so he can spend more time with me!
He is still working, but a greatly reduced (60%) schedule. It cheers me immensely on the days he has off
to attend doctor and chemo appointments and tests with me. And to have the joy of his company on the
regular days, too. When I’m feeling
badly, we play Scrabble and watch our favorite shows on TV. We drink tea while reading our books across
from one another in our comfy living room chairs. And we go on walks, which vary in length from
½ hour on a bad day, to 1-1/2 hours on a good day! This week we popped up to Vancouver for two
days for fish and chips at Granville Island and a long walk at Stanley Park
where we saw a Hallmark Movie being filmed!
I want to leave
you with three thoughts I’ve been pondering a lot these past few weeks. The first is a song I heard on Christian
radio called Hills and Valleys by Tauren Wells.
The chorus goes like this:
“On the mountain
I will bow my life to the one who set me there.
In the valley I
will lift my eyes to the one who sees me there.
On the mountain
I know that I didn’t get there on my own.
When I’m walking
through the valley, no I am not alone.
You are God of
the hills and valleys, God of the hills and valleys,
God of the hills
and valleys, and I am not alone.”
On my mountain
top days, of which I have been blessed with so many, I want to always bow my
life to the One who set me there. And in
the valley, where I am right now, I lift my eyes to the One who sees me
there. He sees me…He sees my family…and
we do not walk alone! “Eyes on Jesus”
has been our family motto from the beginning, and we lift our eyes to Him yet
again in this new valley. You can listen
to the beautiful song here: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=p4rRCjrAyCs
Another thought
I’ve been pondering came from my dear friend, Jen, who is in my weekly Bible
study. These wonderful women friends
were praying for me one Monday, and Jen prayed “that God would hold my family
and me so tightly through this trial, that it was as if we were swaddled like
babies and wouldn’t have to flail around.”
Picture that. A baby in great
distress. Crying out, arms and legs
flailing all around. In comes the
parent, who takes the receiving blanket and swaddles that baby up like a
burrito--so tightly that those little arms and legs can no longer flail. The baby’s body can relax inside the tight
embrace of the swaddle, and the safety of its parent’s strong arms and great
love. Slowly the tears cease, and the
child is again at peace. I love to
picture God holding us so tightly that we are swaddled, in His arms, and can
rest secure in His love and care.
Lastly, I have
been thinking a lot about the grief people go through when they lose a loved one or
even as they ponder a potential loss in advance—which my therapist calls
pre-grief! I am reading the sweetest
novel right now called Arthur Trulov by one of my favorite authors, Elizabeth
Berg. It is a story of an elderly man
who loses his wife, and every day, he rides a bus with his lawn chair and sack
lunch to the cemetery where he has lunch at his wife’s gravestone and talks to
her. Slowly but surely some ever so
lovely people come into his life to help him along in the grieving process and
help him experience love and laughter once again, when he thought he never
would.
I don’t want to
give away more, because you must read the book!
But I want to share a passage that has spoken to me. Arthur is talking to a neighbor who is also
grieving and he tells her that:
“When Nola first
died, he thought he’d die himself, of the sorrow. He says he’d read that grief has a catabolic
effect and he thought for sure it would take him right out, this immense and
gnawing pain, that it would eat him alive from the inside out. But it didn’t.
It took a long time for him to shift things around so that he could
still love and honor Nola, but also love and honor life, but it happened. And
it will happen to her.”
If you are
grieving the loss of a loved one, I hope you will find encouragement from this
little quote. I pray often for my
family, who are each in some level of pre-grieving what may be coming for me,
that they will know that God will give them every resource they need to get
through the immense and gnawing pain of the grief that they will feel, for awhile, as if it will eat them alive. And that He will
bring them to the place where they can love and honor me, but also love and
honor the long, beautiful lives that lay ahead for them. Yes, every resource will be provided for them—friends,
family, neighbors, pastors, their church home, therapists, the joy of a child
or grandchild’s love and laughter, the daffodils and tulips blooming, soft,
dear bunnies to pet, and best of all, God’s own faithful, loving, continual
presence, holding them as tightly as a swaddled baby.
Easter blessings
to you all. He is risen—He is risen
indeed! And therein lies our hope.
Love,
Gabrielle
A little blurry, but this is at Stanley Park and I liked the seagull standing on the statue of the girl in the wetsuit, a modernized version of the little mermaid. |
Jericho staying warm until it's time to jump in the pool for swimming lessons! |
Adrienne and Daniel celebrate his residency match day with a football-sized calzone! |
My love, on our 1.5 hour walk at Ebey's Landing on Whidbey last week! |
Daniel made this cake for match day--a Spanish almond/orange cake, traditionally decorated with the cross of St. James! |
Steve is known at work now for being the doc with the cool socks! I love these anchor socks, for they remind me that when we are anchored in faith to God, the storms won't blow us away! |
Halibut and Chips at Go Fish at Granville Island in Vancouver, BC! |
Steve and I made a trip through Lynden, WA on our way home from Vancouver, remembering our lives there when the kids were just one month and 21 months old! |