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14 Dec 2012

Guest post by author Rachel Reynolds

Four Seasons for Charlotte is the story of our family’s journey in 2009.  When my three year old daughter was diagnosed with a brain tumor, it seemed that we entered in an entirely new reality.  The memoir tells the story of medical visits, surgeries, life and death decisions, and grief but it also tells the story of a community that surrounded our family with love. The book is about finding strength in a time of incredible weakness and finding light in a time of incredible darkness. 
When I go to book signings, I often hear, “I don’t think I could read that book. It’s too sad.” On the other hand, the overwhelming comment that I hear from readers is, “I thought your book would be sad but it wasn’t. It was hopeful, funny and inspiring.”  One reader wrote, “What should be a tragedy…reads more like a hymn filled with hope and celebration of the power of love.”  I wrote the book as a way to relate our story to others. It is for anyone whose life has been touched by tragedy. It is for anyone supporting their family or a member of their community in a time of crisis. 
Here is an excerpt from Four Seasons for Charlotte:
Charlotte turned four on July 9, 2009. Her birthdays had always been cause for celebration, but this year was a bonus beyond measure. Roger and I didn’t talk about it with other people, but we gave each other knowing looks all week. This could be her last birthday. I didn’t want to think about it. I didn’t want to say it out loud. I kept trying to push the thought from my head. I said things to myself like, “That isn’t very optimistic. You have to think positively.” The self-talk didn’t work. Those thoughts were there. I knew Roger was thinking them too, but we plugged ahead: one foot in front of the other. 
Right after her fourth birthday, we headed back to Texas.  We faced a new series of tests in preparation for radiation, including another MRI. The report, in lay-person terms, told us that while it looked like some of the tumor left over from surgery actually got smaller, there were new tumors or lesions forming and the cancer had most definitely spread to the spinal fluid.  The doctors were still confident that the proton radiation would help shrink the current tumors; however, Dr. Wolff realistically did not believe that radiation alone would be enough to fight her cancer. We were looking at a cancer that grew very quickly, very aggressively, and it was starting to spread into her spine. At this point, new drugs were added to the possible equation and we pushed forward with a mix of chemotherapy and radiation during our time in Texas.
It was right around this time that the concept of cancer as a hurricane seeped into my brain. Like cancer, a hurricane comes on strong and weaves a path of destruction. You can prepare for the battle. You can batten down the hatches. You can even move away from areas more likely to be hit by hurricanes (like Florida) to somewhere like, oh, Kansas. But then, of course, you have to worry about tornadoes and dust storms. Heck, they've even had hurricanes in Canada and England. If there’s a place in the world that’s not subject to natural disasters, I’ve yet to find it.
With some hurricanes, you have a lot of warning. You can see it coming and have plenty of time to try to minimize the effects by boarding up the windows, trimming the trees, or evacuating altogether. With other hurricanes, the storm seems to develop so suddenly, you barely have time to grab your raincoat and duck for cover. Some people choose to live in the danger zone. You can live in the tropics for years and never experience a serious hurricane. Others seem to have storms that follow their every move.
Some hurricanes are small: category one or even tropical storms.  They’re still dangerous and a real pain in the ass. These storms cause significant localized damage; a  tree down here or there, the power goes out for a little while, school is often closed. There is preparation and clean up and all of the standard procedures. But they are far less to fear than the Category Five. Those powerful storms are definitely going to cause some serious destruction. Those are the ones you want to avoid. The power will be out for days or weeks at a time. Your home may be destroyed or severely damaged. You could lose everything, including your life. Because of the variable nature of these storms, sometimes when a hurricane strikes, you're still not sure (until it's passed) what category it was when it hit. It doesn't really matter. When you're in the middle of the hurricane, it's scary whether the wind is blowing at 70 or 150 mph.
And in the middle of that hurricane is an eye. The eye is deceptive. In the eye, there is no wind. No rain. No tornadoes. Everything is calm and clear.  You may even hear the birds chirping. In the days before satellites and radar, people would step out of their homes during the eye of the hurricane only to be taken by surprise by the rest of the oncoming storm.
Eventually, the eye passes. Not only are you left with the rest of the storm, but sometimes the most severe, most damaging, most dangerous part of the storm is the part that follows the eye. Ironically, the most dangerous storms usually have the largest, most clearly defined eye wall.
By mid-July, we were in the eye of our own hurricane. This storm had been brewing and raging in our little family for six months. We didn't have a lot of warning, but we called out the National Guard (our incredible support system and our medical team) and they were doing the best that they could. So were we. We had been braving this storm and doing everything we could to fight it. Some days we did better than others.
Right before Charlotte’s third surgery, things had been calm.  We had a direction. We had a task. We hadn’t spent the night in a hospital in almost three weeks (hooray). We hadn’t had to visit the doctor's office or therapy appointments in over a week (hooray). We had actually resumed a schedule that most closely resembled our old "normal" schedule, doing things that we hadn’t done in almost four months. Charlotte was happy and eating and growing and smiling and making us smile.
And yet that storm was looming on the horizon. The other side of the eye wall was getting ready to hit us and I was not sure how long the remaining storm was going to last. I was fearful of the damage that would be caused. I was fearful of the unknown. I couldn’t stop thinking that the process would start all over again after her surgery. There would be risk.  There would be trauma. It just came with the territory. And then there would be the long clean up. We would need to assess the damage, look towards rehab, get a new direction for cancer treatment... and the long process would begin again.
It was so difficult to look at my precious little girl and realize that while she laughed and tickled you, sang nursery rhymes, read books to herself, and talked about going to "Houston, Texas" in her adorable Southern drawl that there was this ugly, dangerous, cancerous tumor growing inside of her brain. That insidious thing that refused to be stopped by the traditional avenues was testing both modern science and my ability to remain optimistic.
I struggled to breathe while I sat still in the eye of the big hurricane, anticipating the storm clouds that were building again.

About Rachel Reynolds
Rachel Reynolds is a special educator and freelance writer. She currently serves as the principal of the Dominion School, operated by Commonwealth Autism Service. You can find her writing at Richmond Mom,Hello Grief, Richmond Magazine, the webzine Insert Eyeroll, and her personal blog, See What You Meme. She is also the co-founder and executive director of CJ’s Thumbs Up Foundation (CJSTUF). In 2012, Rachel was awarded the Eagle Rare Life Award for Courage.
Rachel lives in Ashland, Virginia with her husband and two incredibly annoying (but completely adorable) cats. In her spare time, she obsesses over Don Draper, dark chocolate, and public radio personalities (not necessarily in that order). You can follow Rachel on Twitter, Facebook, or Goodreads.
To find out more, please visit http://www.rachel-writes.com

About Four Seasons for Charlotte
Rachel Reynolds shares a powerful journey in her memoir, Four Seasons for Charlotte. It is the story of an ordinary family bearing an extraordinary burden.
When Rachel’s three year old daughter Charlotte was diagnosed with a brain tumor, the world of the Reynolds family was changed forever. In Four Seasons for Charlotte, she recounts the events of the year of Charlotte’s diagnosis, treatment, and eventual death. Her chronicle of the family’s story is about more than the untimely death of a child. It is about harnessing the strength of a community, gaining perspective through tragedy, and finding light in a time of darkness.
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