No~Thank You, May.

Paxton,

May is here. I cannot do May.

I said those words tonight. I said them over and over. I am sorry if you heard them…if you heard my voice grow weaker with each, “No, no, no,”. I am sorry if you saw the pain in my eyes, the hot tears that ran down my cheeks. When my “no’s” fell silent, I blindly stared out your bedroom window. My sweaty palms slipped off your changing table, and wrung themselves tightly together. In my head, I begged no one in particular, “Please make May go away. Please bring him back. Please. I cannot do May”.

May is when you stopped eating. May is when you couldn’t sleep some days. May is when you couldn’t stay awake other days. May is when you were admitted into the ER. May is when you became a patient on the H.O.T Unit. May is when Room 582 became home. May is when you were assigned the largest team of doctors in the history of pediatric Oncology patients at CHW. May is when you had three (out of five) surgeries. May is when you were diagnosed with Neuroblastoma…then with Leukemia….finally with Sarcoma. May is when you started chemo…on Mother’s Day. May is when you had, and ultimately ended, your 10-day “smile-drought”. May is when the end began.

For the next seven days, I will recount every hour we spent together before we crossed the one-way bridge into the barbaric world of Childhood Cancer. I will recall the endless trips to Target to buy ‘another’ new bottle, three different nipples, Vick’s Vapor Rub plug-ins, a medicine dropper, and Pedialyte. I will read, and re-read the Gold Binder of “Paxton’s Day” logs in which I insisted Nana, Papa and Kim Lueder record detailed notes of your eating and sleeping patterns. I will think about the night I gave you a bath – and suddenly realized that the water may be a little too warm; I will then feel my heart sink as I picture you simply staring back at me with a look of quiet exasperation. I will remember watching my miracle boy in his peaceful slumber for “…just one more minute” – before waking you on Thursday morning. I will see the vision of you intently watching Nemo on the computer at the gym through weary and tired eyes. I will remember you and I fumbling our way to Urgent Care Sunday afternoon, as I did all I could to appease you as we waited for over an hour, only to have some inattentive, arrogant doctor tell me you had “Hand Foot Mouth Disease”. I will remember you waking up every few hours throughout the night on Friday, Saturday, & Sunday….not to eat…just to be held. I will swear at myself over and over as I wonder how I didn’t figure out how very sick you were. I will ask myself a hundred more times how I possibly missed all the signs. I will regret not staying awake all day…and all night…not giving up one moment with you. I will call in every favor I have to just in case this can still be one huge misunderstanding. I will give everything I own to be stirred awake tomorrow morning by the sound of your “Whoo.Who.”

Achhhk. May. Spit.

But tonight it is still April. I will hold onto April until the sun steals it from me. I will thank April for giving me a myriad of “Non-Childhood Cancer” memories. We did so many special things in April; we embarked on so many secret adventures: just me and my American Express Baby. “…I’ll never leave home without you!” Do you remember when I said that to you as I strapped you into your car seat to set out on yet another one of our outings? You pulled your smile back so big; your eyes filled with laughter and your arms circled with excitment.  You’re reaction made Momma let out a shot-gun laugh and drop her head onto your little tummy. That is such a great memory. I replay it in my head more often than you know.

Yes, it’s true. Momma has a fierce storm brewing inside her bones. May started it. But hasn’t let up since. When the storm will rise to the surface of my skin is no one’s guess – and everyone’s fear. All I know is it will not be tonight. Tonight I am going to close my eyes and play back all the bliss of April. As I do, I will imagine you sleeping in your bassinet – right by my side, breathing the same air, feeling the same breeze, hearing the same sounds, sharing the most sacred times, stealing the same love…which saturated our home.

As Dave would say, tonight I will “sleep to dream (you).” If we do not find each other in Momma’s dreams tonight, you need not be afraid: “space between” us does not exist. I am always holding your hand, and forever carrying your heart.

Trust me, My-My. You and me…we are gonna be okay. Momma’s got this.Trust.

Stay with me, Sweet Boy.

xoox

Momma

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2 thoughts on “No~Thank You, May.

  1. Continued prayers to you Danna and your family. I think of you guys often and pray for peace for you and time to help you to heal you, but never forget of course, your sweet Paxton. I do not believe that anyone who has heard his story will ever forget Paxton.

  2. I am so grateful to you for being brave enough to share your journey. You help me to appreciate all I have and to love more deeply in the present moment. I have read a million times to cherish each moment and appreciate the fleeting present and I am trying really hard to do that. I try to freeze frame moments in my mind and protect the memory because I move on to the next thing quickly and my kids are on to the next stage in a heartbeat. In all honesty I sometimes struggle to remember what my 13 year-old was like when she was small and I try to relive those overwhelming feelings of love and protection that were so fierce that I was terrified to take her out into the world at times. I imagined 1000 scenarios that could go wrong, but I never lived through them the way you have Danna.

    To imagine your pain tears me to pieces. To know the right thing to say fatigues my brain. All I can do is send up prayer after prayer to God and Mother Mary to help guide you through the upcoming memories and to give you as many angels on earth as they can spare. I just want you to know that you make a difference in my life which carries on to my children and to my students. I am paying it forward and living more thoughtfully because of you and Paxton. God speed and all my love. xooooo ~ Nelle

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