The passing of James Van Der Beek is heartbreaking. It’s a reality check for me that treatment doesn’t always result in cure.
Last Thursday, my mom’s oncologist raised a concern that my mom’s latest blood tests showed her CA-125 (or CA-124?) level was in the 200s (previously it had gone down to 191). He said that my mom may be resistant to her treatment and recommended continued lab work over the next couple of weeks before determining next steps. His hope is to continue with her treatment but hinted that a change in plans may be required.
I recently created a count down calendar for my mom. I pencilled in the last two infusion treatments, showing her that if she stayed healthy enough to maintain the every 3 week schedule, her final treatment would be March 13th!
Now, we are back in the unknown. I am worried that if she has to change treatments, it will mean more than 2 more treatments. I question whether my mom’s heart and mental state can endure it.
All of this has been overwhelming, but we will continue to take it one day at a time, because what’s the alternative?
My mind has been heavy with existential thoughts. No doubt inspired by my mom’s cancer diagnosis and her long hospital stays. The recent unexpected passing of my best friend’s dad, who was a mentor to me early in my career was yet another reminder of the fragility of life. I have been anxiously thinking about what I should be doing to ensure I lived a worthwhile existence. The only thing I can think to do is to just be present. I don’t know what will ultimately be the outcome of my mom’s fight with cancer, but I will continue to be in the day to day with her and make sure she knows how much I love her and how much she matters to me.
A few years ago I read “When Breath Becomes Air” by Paul Kalanith. The book is a personal account of a neurosurgeon’s journey with terminal lung cancer. It was raw, tragic, & beautiful. At the time of his death, his daughter was 8 months old and he writes the most powerful message to her:
“When you come to one of the many moments in life where you must give an account of yourself, provide a ledger of what you have been, and done, and meant to the world, do not, I pray, discount that you filled a dying man’s days with a sated joy, a joy unknown to me in all my prior years, a joy that does not hunger for more and more but rests, satisfied. In this time, right now, that is an enormous thing”.
How I interpreted this message was that she will never have to accomplish anything else in her life to matter, just her existence was enough. Ugly tears!!!
Then, I came across this today…
https://www.instagram.com/reel/DG9aMcDOnrJ/?igsh=MTF1eHU2N2lkb2thbA==
…and honestly James’s birthday reflection echos the same message. “I am worthy of love. Because you are.”
I certainly feel this way about my children. I hope they never feel the burden to have to prove themselves, the fact that they exist is enough.
We are all enough ❤️








