Clayton proudly holding his bat signed by the ENTIRE Colorado Rockies Team! Thank you, Mrs. Emily and Tommy Field!Well, we did a little bit of celebrating tonight, thanks to Mrs. Heather and the MARLINS.. who, by the way, are just busting it up this year and will likely make the city tournament. The team greeted Clayton with a "Clayton Wins" cake to celebrate that that tumor is NO MORE! I just can't express what an amazing gift that was to hear today. I honestly was hesitant to share the news for fear that someone would walk up and tap me on the back and retract their statement. I even took a picture of the MRI written report and sent it to Clayton's Houston doctor, Dr. Murali, and asked him to keep a copy for his records and agree with the Nurse Practitioner that it did in fact say NO EVIDENCE OF DISEASE. He emailed back confirming the truth.... Clayton is NED.. This is awesome news. He does, most likely, still have residual cells and microscopic cells that still have to be treated with chemo and radiation. That's the stinky part! These don't show up on scans. Another stinky fact, is that the reason we have to continue with the protocol is because there have not been enough children with Clayton's exact circumstance... the tumor responding so quickly after chemo begins...to test whether or not avoiding radiation contributes to a bigger possibility of recurrence. I'm certainly not willing to risk my son's life to determine what the best protocol is, so we just go with the most certain, tried and true one. Still, so very very grateful that the tumor is GONE!! WOW!! To GOD be the glory!
As I celebrate, I can't help but be so burdened for other people around me. I just feel guilty for my miracle. I know.. I know.. I am thrilled and can not tell you how great God is to have answered our prayers... to have made a statement of His faithfulness and goodness and to have blessed my heart and showed me His promises. I was reminded today of the vision I had of the Holy Spirit breathing health into Clayton's ear. I truly believe that Clayton was healed well before this MRI was done. I know I doubted yesterday, I admit it because I was fearful, but I have always known that God is Healer. What is hard for me is to see those around me that are more than equally deserving, that are faithful Christian people who have prayed just as hard as I have and who deserve their miracle.. but they're still waiting. I will never understand it. It's strange because at first I was asking God why I deserved the child with cancer... what did I do wrong to deserve this awful thing in MY son.. was it a past sin, have we been unfaithful.. what did I do?? Now, today I'm asking my God and Healer.. WOW... Lord, what did we do to deserve THIS?? This hand of healing that we've prayed so hard for. It's unexplainable. Please continue to pray for miracles for all of those hurting all around us. Lord, have MERCY.
I know I'm a little wordy tonight, but I just feel compelled to share something else the Lord reminded me of. As I was sitting in Cooks yesterday, I began to panic during Clayton's MRI. The clock was ticking, and it was taking forever. I was told today it was because they were looking and relooking for the nonexistent tumor. They had the first scan available and were using it to completely search his ear and brain. So, it was a lengthy study.. Anyway.. as I was sitting there I saw a picture that was sent to me from my long time friend, Julie. It was a picture of her 12 year old daughter, Heather, standing with a group of classmates after she won a contest at school. A contest that involved a lot of reading, memorization and hard work. You see, Heather was born at 23 wks 4 days. She was given a very small chance to live and if she lived, her parents were told she'd have the possibility or, should I say, probability of many many problems. I will never forget that moment when I learned she was coming so early, and I actually saw Heather just after she was born. She was TINY. She was taken to Cook Childrens shortly after her birth. So, in that hospital, a tiny baby that had every odd against her, made it. God performed a miracle in that precious little girl and left her whole, precious, smart and a very talented writer, by the way. Just as I was sitting there anxious, I saw Heather's photo with her proudly winning a difficult contest, thought of her poor prognosis just 12 years ago, and was reminded of the faithful God we serve. The One who touched Heather in that very hospital. The one who knows our hearts, even if we're only 6 and acting out, hears our cries and heals our scars. He is Good. He is loving. He is OURS!