Sunday, October 25, 2009

Kara's Youngest Cousin

Kara's cousins, Makayla and Kim the youngest and oldest cousin are 30? years apart. It's exiting to have a new niece!
She lives in Ottawa and this is the 1st time many of us have seen her. Congratulations to Shirley and Dave.

Sunday, October 11, 2009

Mission Impossible

Dave Ens Eastview
Wife gave a nice football early in marriage
She doesn't like football. So the ball sits on the shelf - useless. It is waiting to be played with.
We all have useless stuff in our lives - when are we going to start doing something?
God's Grace. A grace filled community is a blessing to others. The gifts you have been given are intended to build others up.
We all have a football sitting around. We have to decide to play with it. Your gifts are an expression of God.
Impossible becomes possible. Phillippi has become a complete ruin. In Paul's time Phillippi (Little Rome) was the retirement center for the faithful. Ceasar called himself the son of God - so Paul waded into an impossible situation. Acts 16:9-11 Paul called to Macedonia
v11-15 Paul found some women worshipping at the river. No men. He preached anyway and a church was born.
v16- Paul ordered evil spirit out of a girl. We often complain but never do anything about it. Our heart might burn about something but we ignore it. Maybe that is God calling you to step into a situation. You may get banged up but the joy of playing the game is your reward.
Paul & Silas were beat up and jailed. We are often too afraid and so we are pain free and joy free. Doing nothing.
v33- the jailer became a Christian after God sent the earthquake. Paul did not run away. He stayed to see what God would do. You can tell when someone gives all that they can do.
Your gifts are real and make a difference.
What are you going to do with your gift?
Lord here I am. Use me as you would for your honor and glory.
Do you dare to pray that prayer?

Wednesday, October 07, 2009

Proposed Memorial

Any feedback? This would be engraved on a BC HuckleBerry Jade river rock one side polished boulder.

Saturday, October 03, 2009


this is at the Mariash Quarry in Stony Mountain. we picked the stones and assembled it there

Thursday, October 01, 2009

Pictures from Adrian

See the gypsy kids enjoying our attentions in ThessalonĂ­ki Greece. Click HERE

Kris died 32 years ago today

Two week before Kris died he was in the hospital for one of his many admissions. He was much better after a week so we wanted to take him home. The doctor in charge got mad at us for suggesting he was ready to go home and threatened never to see him again if we discharged him ourselves, so we didn't. The next day we were not able to come visit Kris in the hospital. The following day, when we came to see him, we checked his chart and were shocked that he had been given 10x the normal IV fluid. When we asked why - "that's what the doctor ordered".

A few days later he was transferred to to ICU due to interstitial lung fluids and congestive heart failure. When I checked his master file in the ICU, the chart from that fateful day was missing. Evidence removed. No proof of malfeasance.

The night before he died his mom and I were encouraged to go to the hotel to get some rest. At 4:30 we got the call to come to the hospital and by 6:30 he was gone. Later that doctor met Martha and quite cheerfully told her that she had heard we had a tough morning.

When we had our lawyer check into it, we got a long report that said that he died because of his underlying condition and there was no malpractice. That doctor continued to work at that hospital for 30 more years and killed a whole lot more kids. Retired with honour.

Kris, our firstborn, lived for 3 years and 3 months.

Dr O'Reilley was doing successful transplants in New York at the time, but we did not find out about that for another 8 years. When we kept asking the Winnipeg doctors for referral elsewhere, we were told that Kris was getting the best treatment in the world.

We weep.

Letter to Renee

November 21, 2008
Dear Renee:
I miss you so terribly much.
I don't know where to start.
When you were born you were a true bundle of joy. Never did we dream that you would not live to old age. Your initial transplant to correct your SCID condition was routine, with no real worries about your future health. After all, Dr O'Reilley and his team knew what they were doing. They had done it before.
You grew up to be a wonderfully cheerful young lady with tons of ambition and energy. Your Mission Statement was: To mobilize people into missions and to proclaim the Truth through the Arts.
You did that with enthusiasm. YWAM to Asia, leading a mission to Athens and Jordan, and becoming part of The Wave USA....
That got interrupted 1/2 way through the trip, in June 05. You were diagnosed with AML while in Cleveland. That took you to NYC for a successful round of treatment. Then CMU and Cap College. Work in the industry.
Till you got HIT by a relapse. You said "There is nothing more to write" on Oct 26, 07. You said in your last video, "I can't bear to hear a bad diagnoses." You cried.
You wanted to stay in Vancouver. To die there, among your friends. But the doctors all agreed that you should go to NYC again. You'd have a chance there. You cried.
You started chemo the day after you got to the hospital. The doctors talked about all kinds of new and wonderful treatments. After the 1st round, it took 40 days in the hospital, before your counts were high enough to go home. By that time you had developed a lung infection. Treatment did not clear it up, so they decided you needed surgery to remove the infection. By that time the leukemia was showing signs of returning.
2 weeks after the surgery, chemo started again. Dr Steinherz was so sad when he gave you that protocol. You cried and refused to go on Saturday. It was too hard for you. We pontificated until you gave in and dragged yourself to the hospital for some more of that dreadful chemo.
The plan was, that to help you recover after chemo, mom would donate cells that would boost your immune system.
This is where writing gets really painful.
Your mom and I were exhausted from the stress of your illness, compounded for all of us, by the devastating pain of our business partners voting us out of our partnership at a time when we were most in need of support. The pain of rejection and betrayal was almost unbearable.
I took too much time to respond to the pressures that resulted from that. Lynn had arrived Monday, to keep you company. Justin came Friday.
You went to the day hospital every day for more chemo, and we spent very little time with you at the hospital. One day I sat with you for an hour, and you showed me the protocol sheets from Dr Steinherz. I said, "that looks scary". We talked about the chemo and mom donating cells. I said I hoped that mom's cells would cure you permanently, and that you would not have to go through total body radiation, for that unrelated perfect match transplant. Your prognosis was grim but hopeful.
We had been told many times, that it is the parent's job to be there for their kids. We had been told to be there for you, to be your advocate, and when you needed me the most, I was not there to be you advocate. I was too distracted. How can I ever get over the regret of that?I so distinctly remember that Thursday morning. I was not able to sleep, so I got up and worked on the computer, doing emails related to the forced buy/sell. You knew you had to be at the day hospital at 10am for more of that dangerous chemo, and when you was ready to go, you asked if anyone was coming with you. I was not ready, nor was anyone else, so you went alone. I can still feel your pleading eyes on me, begging me to be there for you. I had not had a shower yet. But what did that matter. I wish I had gone with you.
I should have been the one to make sure the doctors knew you were having so much pain, diarrhea and vomiting. To make sure you got all the tests you needed. To elevate the level of care sooner. I knew you needed more care.
I keep kicking myself.You had told us that the doctor wanted to do a scan to see why you was in so much pain. Without me at you side, you had no advocate to make sure that that scan happened. So the scan never happened. By then you had been having anxiety attacks. You could not sleep without drugs. It was not till Monday afternoon that they took you down for x-rays. It took a long time for them to do the x-rays, and you were in a great deal of pain. I could see it in your eyes. You NEVER EVER complained.
Your mom was donating her stem cells at the same time, so I went down with you. It took a long time for them to bring you out of the x-ray room. So I went to see how your mom was doing. When I came back, you were still not out of x-ray. Eventually, they brought you out. Then we had to wait for transport to take you back to your room. I had to find more blankets to keep you warm.
You began hallucinating. You told Justin that Justin and I should go to Tio Pepe's Restaurante Mexicano - just a few blocks away in the Drive.
When you got back to your room, you were tired and wanted to sleep. When I checked you a while later, your skin was all flushed red. By the time mom came it was seriously red. She called the nurses. In the meantime, someone had decided you needed a scan. That meant you had to drink this litre of liquid dye. You started to drink it, but had a tough time with it. In the meantime, they discontinued your chemo 30 minutes ahead of schedule. Then they stopped you drinking your dye, because your condition was way too serious to think about a scan. You were in respiratory distress. Now you were not allowed to drink anything. You were so thirsty. The doctor allowed you to suck on a piece of ice that I gave you, "but don't swallow".
In the meantime they put you on 100% oxygen, but your blood gases continued to deteriorate. They brought in a a ventilator that pressurized inhalations. "Like Merrit had", you said. That felt like you couldn't breathe and you kept pulling the mask off. Finally they brought the big guns with a big red cart and a mechanical Ventilator. They asked your mom and I to leave the room. I said, "I love you", and you said "I love you too". Then they put you to sleep and installed the Ventilator. They worked on you for hours to try to stabilize you for the move to ICU.Your mom and I sat outside your room observing. Praying. Worrying.
By then it was too late. They moved you to ICU, but they could not stabilize you. Your lungs were not been working as they should. The finger oxygen detector said your oxygen level was good. When they did blood gases they found that your CO2 levels were way too high and the best medical care in the world could not save you. You went into multiple organ failure and your heart stopped beating 14 hours after that 5:30 am phone call Tuesday. If there is hell on earth, this is it.
Why did I not stop the chemo Friday? why did I not stop them from giving you so much fluid Monday to maintain blood pressure? fluids that eventually caused your lungs to fail and your co2 to go up causing the septic shock. we knew better. Kris was killed by a doctor that ordered higher fluid levels than necessary. if we had not had the unnecessary business stress would we have had our brains in gear?
How can you ever forgive me for failing you so badly?
How can I forgive myself? How can I forgive my former business partners? Certainly not in my own strength. Someone said that if God can forgive all human frailty, what right do I have to not forgive myself as God forgave me? Am I a judge more severe than God? What gives me the right to overrule His forgiveness? Intellectually that makes sense. I need to forgive myself. Maybe I have, maybe I do. But I will always regret that I failed you. That I allowed my business partners to control my agenda. I should have let the lawyers do that. They wanted to. Your mom told me to. But I wasn't thinking straight. So I allowed myself to be distracted.
You had shared your concern about your parents with Jane, the hospital chaplain. You were worried about us. Would we be able to take the loss of another child?