Equals 

After spending the day at Vanderbilt with Jackson to start his bone infusions, I was reminded that gender, race, financial status, or even what church you attend means nothing at all. 

My heart broke for all of the children there receiving chemo or infusions. Children of different ethnic backgrounds. Children of parents who had little in the way of money, and children from parents who had more than enough. I saw a girl who could hardly move and had no hair left. A child no older than 6 throwing up but refusing help and insisting to her concerned parents that she was okay. I watched a mother rolling her child around in a wheelchair for hours to distract her. I saw babies and I saw teenage boys just barely old enough to drive. I watched volunteers hand out toys, drinks, and snacks. Doing whatever they could to help cheer and encourage these little patients. It didn’t matter if the child was a girl or a boy. If their parents were poor or rich. If their skin was black or white.

In this they were all one. All fighting to stay alive. They were equals. 

If only everyone who thought their race or the amount of money they had in the bank made them better than others could visit the 6th floor at Vanderbilt, it would change the world. 

Love and blessings, 

C.C. 

Never Alone 

I was finally baptized today. I am not sure how I always managed to always miss my church baptisms. Maybe I was in the bathroom when it was announced, or I didn’t take the time to read the handout with monthly church activities posted. Inevitably, I somehow always missed it. Until today. 

A few weeks ago God put it on my heart to ask my pastor to baptize me. But isn’t that what baptism is? A covenant that we should seek instead of it being at a convenient time in our lives? It is up to us to purse Him. Yes, I once again missed the announcement somehow. But it wasn’t a coincidence that I was tagged in a Facebook post letting everyone know at our church that this Sunday would be a baptism service. God knew I was ready to seek Him and He opened the door to make it happen. 

As I was waiting for the baptisms begin, I felt very alone. My church family loved on me, of course. But I wanted my husband and my children there with me. This was one of the biggest moments of my life. Who would take a picture of this moment?!? Who would I talk to about what I was feeling after it was over? Then God whispered, “Me”. He reminded me that this was about my relationship and covenant with Him and Him alone. No matter what I go through in life, He is always there and I am never truly alone. All I can do is continue to love my family and be there for the important moments in their lives. Love them through actions. Yes, my heart was sad that they chose to not be there, but thankfully I have a Father who is always there. 

Love & blessings, 

C.C. 

Heroes 

Yesterday, we were finally able to meet the emergency response teams that helped save our boys lives on August 16, 2015. It was such a terrific experience for all of us. They took the time to clarify assumptions that we had such as we thought Jackson and Alex were the last to be airlifted to Vanderbilt when indeed they were the first. Alex did insist that they get his brothers out of the vehicle first. They remarked on how much the brothers cared for one another. They were each concerned about their brothers as they were extracted from the vehicle. We knew it was a miracle that Jacob is capable of walking today, but after hearing about the complexity of his extraction and the severity of his injuries, it is even more apparent now. They showed the boys the tools that were used to help get them out of the vehicle. Allowed them to see inside of the fire truck and ambulances, and even ride in the fire truck. The heroes from Rutherford County Fire Dept., EMS, and SORT Team went above and beyond the call of duty on that fateful day. They continued to care about our boys well-being, even after their job was done. I am forever grateful to each and every one of them. 


Love & blessings, 

C.C.