Tuesday, April 16, 2019
Nothing is Impossible
I’ve been meaning to post this since I got good MRI results 2 weeks ago, yay!; however, finally getting to it right before Easter seems fitting. This image is my “vision board” (a visual of things we are believing in God’s name for) I made at a women’s event at my church in Spring 2017 (the word “healed” is overtop the image of a brain). I was hesitant and unsure to create this, because the medical community says there is no way I can be healed: glioblastoma is incurable. Why should I believe for something that is not possible?
Well let me tell you! My journey towards increased faith has been tremendous this past 2 years. And my church has been absolutely vital in this! I cannot thank them enough for their amazing, empowering leadership into “believing”. THANK YOU!!! It is this church that has helped me move from timidly putting the “impossible” on my vision board to a position of faith where I am believing for complete healing!
(And from an evidence based science standpoint my oncologist is furthermore encouraging me to visualize my energy and health improving in order to make it so...that's a blogpost or BOOK of its own- but it's fascinating how I'm experiencing spirituality intersecting with science)
I admit I asked my counselor if it is okay to live like I’ve been cured. His reply: “Well, do you want to live like your dying instead?” No absolutely not!!! Instead I choose to believe that I am living proof that with God nothing is Impossible!!!!
My MRI Results? No signs of cancer and I don’t have to go back for 5 months! AND there’s no reason I shouldn’t regain my FULL energy levels. This. Feels. HUGE!
Next steps? My plan is to write a book about my cancer journey, empowering others to thrive too!
Tuesday, March 19, 2019
SUNSHINE 🌞
Today feels like summer in Chilliwack BC!!! Last week it was unusually snowy, this week is unusually summery. Nothing like sunshine to brighten the day and brighten people's spirits! It is so evident! As I watch my neighborhood buzzing and the river trail bustling I am compelled to think : "this is the kinda influence I want to have on other people's lives!! I want to be the sunshine that gets others moving and smiling!!!"
Who's with me?!
"You're here to be light bringing out the God-colors in the world. " Matt 5 (MSG)
(So grateful to live in this beautiful city!)
Tuesday, March 12, 2019
Joy Is
Here in the Fraser Valley, BC it is extremely late for a
snowfall in March. It is unusual and yet
beautifully delightful for the poet in me. The flakes are huge, gorgeous and
romantic. (My 3 year old daughter just called it “dancing snow”! I love it!) I have been working on poetry more often,
keeping it mostly private for now, hoping to work on a compilation
shortly. But today I will share the poem
that came when I was walking home from dropping my daughter off at school. A few months ago I wrote in my journal: “Cheryl,
rediscover the poet in you, even if you think she is weird.”
I chuckle at myself.
But in embracing the poet in myself (for those of you who know Enneagram
personality stuff, the “4” in me) I will
share the poem I wrote today. My hope is that it will bring you an increased
measure of Joy in your day. The
“scientist” within me has provided a commentary below. Wink wink.
XOXO,
Cheryl
Joy Is
Joy is the delight of moisture on my
brow that makes my heart thrill.
It is the snowy rain that whets my soul
It is the sweat upon my forehead
Reminding me I am still alive
SO ALIVE!
Joy is the mystery that finds me satisfied
In snow
In rain
In desert storms.
Joy is the fuel that propels me forward gliding through my days
Though the forces of friction in my life
Are strong
Warring against me
With so much might.
Joy is the salve my wounded heart needs.
It is the beauty in the world that can ALWAYS be found
When eyes are open and prepared.
It is the snowy rain that whets my soul
It is the sweat upon my forehead
Reminding me I am still alive
SO ALIVE!
Joy is the mystery that finds me satisfied
In snow
In rain
In desert storms.
Joy is the fuel that propels me forward gliding through my days
Though the forces of friction in my life
Are strong
Warring against me
With so much might.
Joy is the salve my wounded heart needs.
It is the beauty in the world that can ALWAYS be found
When eyes are open and prepared.
Joy is the goodness in this LIFE
available every day
In all these moments
That try to pass us by in hurried fashion.
Joy is the gift for those who slow their pace.
Joy is the little humans inhabiting my home, my heart, my entire world
With so much energy and innocence,
wonder and belief.
Oh thank you God!
That joy is mine.
That joy is mine.
Commentary:
The idea that joy can be found despite life’s circumstances
is wild and uncommon; but, so very life giving!
Who wouldn’t want joy everyday?! Doesn’t the idea that joy can be found
in all of life’s circumstances, make the slog of life more
bearable? My personal mandate is to find HOPE in “hopeless” situations and to
help others do the same. A huge piece of
finding hope in dismal days is opening your heart to beauty, to love, to
courage, to vulnerability, to spirituality, to faith.
I love Brene Brown.
She teaches that courage requires vulnerability. Furthermore, she says, “faith is the
vulnerability that flows between the shores of certainty.” She also says “spirituality is inherently
vulnerable.”
I love these words.
They resonate deeply with me.
Spirituality and faith are so important, especially in times where joy
and hope feel scarce.
I have personally found the ability to find joy and hope in
crappy times of life through the power of Jesus Christ (spirituality, faith and
therefore inherent vulnerability). I
need something much bigger than myself when everything is falling apart or when
nothing seems to make sense or when I reach a dead-end in life *. Jesus and his life-giving power is my
“something bigger than myself”. I’ve shared in the past how before my twins
were born I posted this verse on my wall:
Psalm 118:24
“This is the day that the LORD has made; Let us rejoice and be glad in it.”
I knew being a twin mom was going to be difficult
(understatement!!!!) so valiantly I was going to find my joy in the Lord during
those days. Insert belly laugh for my
blind ambition and naivety. Ironically
(but Jesus is full of irony and upside down wisdom), I did not grasp the true
essence of this verse until brain cancer entered my head and my world and my life
was unraveling in front of me. It was then
that I began to see, though I don’t control and choose what life throws at me,
you can be sure I DO control and choose my response and attitude to it.
How do I rejoice and be glad about each day? I choose to find Joy every day. For me and my personal faith that means that I
choose to believe that I am empowered by the Holy Spirit living inside me who
enables me to see joy in these little moments (which in culmination are HUGE
moments).
Brene brown further says (Oh my perfectionist and
performance driven, -ennaegram #3- self needed to hear this one!): “in
the ordinary moments of our lives is where we can find the most joy.”
The most joy is found in ordinary moments when we have eyes,
hearts, spirits open to see, feel, experience.
This is good news people!
Joy is attainable for all of us, everyday! Wow!
Let’s spread this good news! It
is absolutely LIFE CHANGING!!!!!
Choose joy. Share
joy. Create Joy. Find Joy. Proclaim Joy.
Spread Joy! Let’s make our world a more joyous place!!!
__________________________________________________________
*(and indeed even when life seems to be traipsing along just
nicely)
Tuesday, March 5, 2019
Update and vacation pics
It feels like its been a long time since I’ve just been here
writing an “update”. I miss this
place. I love to write. It’s my happy space where I can process,
share, hopefully encourage, and also hopefully flex my vulnerability
muscles. Why haven’t I been here doing
this lately? I’m not entirely sure. What I do know is that I’ve been pressing
into reading, learning, personal and spiritual growth a lot. The backstory for my future posts is that I
have been reading personality stuff (Ennaegram particularly), I’ve been reading
and listening to Brene Brown about shame, vulnerability, and courage. I attended a relaxation class at the cancer
center that taught mindfulness. And I’ve
read a book about recovering from trauma.
It feels so good to be using my brain to think and learn and analyze and
apply concepts. I very much miss those
aspects from my professional life.
If that’s the back-story, the front-story is that I’m
continually exhausted. As I make
strides in reducing my anxiety and reading about trauma recovery I am able to
clearer dissect what part of my fatigue is psychologically driven (post-trauma)
and what is physiologically driven (brain-injury, post-cancer treatment). Of course many of my friends who also have
young children also are continually exhausted! But even with breaks from caring
for my children I find myself fatigued (of course this annoys me as I used to
be able to accomplish so much efficiently and have always felt napping was a
waste of time….though learning about my personality has been very helpful in
tackling this sort of thing). Perhaps my
oncologist will have further insight for me when I see him next month.
We did have a lovely trip in January to West Edmonton Mall where
we stayed in a super cool space room!
The trip involved a day at the waterpark and a day at the rides. My sister and brother-in-law joined us along
with their 5 kids, as did my in-laws.
The kids loved the little get away and cousin time. I enjoyed it too; but trips like that (so
much commotion and noise and busy environment are certainly less enjoyable for
me.) And we’ve just returned from 10
days in California , hanging out
with our friends from Saskatoon,
going to Legoland, staying at the Legoland Hotel (huge highlight! That hotel is
fantastic for small kids!!), and putsing around San Diego . Travelling with 3 kids 6 and under is not for
the faint of heart and is not relaxing and the kids and my husband all had
colds at some point on the trip; but, it felt like a good reset for me. When I’m on vacation I set aside everything
else and only focus on what’s right in front of me (something I’m not very good
at doing at home). While physically
extra exhausted from the trip I feel mentally less exhausted now (post-cancer feeling
overwhelmed has been a big struggle and right now it feels under control) . So this feels nice!
I’m currently so, so, so, so, so close to being done the
first draft of the novel I’ve been working on intermittently for 10 years. That feels real good! It’s coming along slowly but surely (I
currently am able to work on it one day a week). It’s a bucketlist need to
complete before I die kinda thing, so seeing that will for sure happen is
amazing! BUT…as for the what do I do
with it after???? That’s the
question. The novel has nothing to do
with my cancer story, but with me being the author themes that I have learned
about in my life surface in the book. My
personal mandate is to share the Hope I’ve found on my cancer journey and to
spread this Hope. If publishing and
marketing my novel can help me do this, then I want to GO FOR IT! However, this is so far beyond anything I
have experience, knowledge, or natural aptitude for. So I will somehow need to start networking to
find appropriate resources. This feels
daunting; but I keep reminding myself that it is good to learn new things…beyond
reading about them in books! My husband
is very supportive in this area. (And
things move slowly in my life, and that’s ok.
So as long as the momentum is moving forward, I am happy.)
On the writing note, I also plan to start working more with
my poetry. Perhaps enter a few contests
and eventually publish (self-publish or otherwise) a compilation of my poetry.
I’m really not very sure what my readership is like here;
but, if any of you resources, insights, helpful experiences with the publishing
world I graciously welcome them! You can
always email me at info@cherylrostek.com
Finally, I will leave you with the verses that I landed upon
through my daily scripture reading in January.
It felt fitting that this then ought to be my verses for this year. It has been a powerful section of scripture
for me which I try to read daily. Verse
21 is the verse that God gave my Mom when I was diagnosed with cancer. I cling to
the promises of Hope, and Love, and Life in these verses and that I have a God
who cares so deeply for me and battles on my behalf, and I let these verses
become my prayer. What could be better
than this?!
Lamentations 3
vs. 21 “yet I still dare to hope when I remember this:
The unfailing love of the LORD never ends!...Great is his faithfulness; his mercies
begin afresh each day.”
Vs. 55 “But I
called to you, LORD, from deep within the well and you heard me! You listened
to my pleading and you heard my weeping! Yes, you came at my despairing cry and
told me, ‘do not fear’
LORD, you are my lawyer! Plead my case! For you have
redeemed my life.”
Please continue to join me in prayer asking the LORD to plead
my case for a healed brain! Ever-trusting His faithfulness and Praising
Him in such Gratitude for what He has done already!
Some more vacation pics from our time in California.
XOXO much love to you all,
Cheryl
Saturday, February 9, 2019
Sentimental Momma
Oh This Car...
It's a funny thing to be so attached to a thing because of the sweet memories it reminds me of. I was never this momma before. I was the efficient momma. The clear the clutter momma. The "suck it up darling" kind of momma. And here I am messaging about giving away my son's first beloved car to another local mom who has been searching for just this car and I feel like crying (I haven't quite decided if I'll let myself or not, but I probably should).
I find myself the same way with favorite clothes - but long ago I made a straight forward, easily decision and adopted the policy to not keep outgrown clothing...now I'm in heaps wondering if I've made a devastating error. There are pictures of the kids in these clothes and that's the enough, I've told myself as I continue with fortitude to maintain my policy.
But this car! Oh, it's ridiculous to think of keeping it! (practical momma Cheryl be gentle with yourself) It's a clunk of plastic I paid $2 for second hand for my first born. She never had much use for it. But my son, years later, fell in love with it! At 3 he's grown too big for it (especially since we live in an apartment with people below us and his driving is far from quiet --- noisy cars are the best right?) I've told him it's a baby toy to help him comes to terms with giving it away. But --- then comes this voice inside my head and a conversation with myself ensues. maybe I should keep it?.... It's so meaningful...and I think of my clothing policy and laugh at myself with tears in my eyes. Who am I?! The rational practical momma has up and left. Completely. I message the other mom and say not today, you can't pick it up today. And I cling to the keys I'm saving that my son kept with his beloved car. Those I shall keep forever. As I hold these keys I wonder what was the key to unlocking this painful, tender, nostalgic, oh so exploding with love heart of mine?
Perhaps it was my cancer diagnosis and being told I wouldn't see this day: my babes growing up, too big for toddler toys?
Perhaps it's watching my youngest kids grow up and wanting to squeeze forever the sweetness of their 3 year old bodies and the coziness of their perfectly sized bodies and fuzzy warm heads right at kissing height?
I don't know. I don't know. But this momma's heart is a freaking mess right now and it feels just the way it ought to be.
And I resolve:
1. to keep attempting to live a clutter free life
2. To creates space for the next adventure of growing up
3. To cry when my heart tells me to.
Goodbye car. Goodbye.
Sunday, December 30, 2018
Christmas Letter 2018
Merry Christmas 2018 and a Happy New Year!
Photo Credit: Vicky Falk
(More pics to come at some point)
2018 has been an up and down year marked by gratitude for
health, growth and celebration. This
year our family has seen movement from the chaos of the last 3 years (ever
since the twins were born) towards finding our new rhythm with the
ever-changing variable of the kids growing up!
Ryan and I are enjoying celebrating life whenever possible and catching
glimpses of our favorite parts from our “old normal” (pre-twins, pre-cancer) in
the movement towards our “new normal”. There
is still much uncertainty in our lives.
However, amidst this uncertainty this is certain: our family chooses to
be optimistic, hopeful, believing, fun-loving, celebratory, and above we choose
to place our trust in Jesus, the very One we celebrate this Christmas season.
The growth in Garrett and Allison from being 2 year olds to
becoming 3 year olds has been delightful.
In April our nanny moved on to a new job and our twins transitioned to
daycare 4 days a week --- which slowly, but surely has become wonderful for
them. (This allows adequate rest for me and also one-on-one time with Rayna
after school.) Not only are the twins now
potty-trained (potty training 2 x two-and-a-half year olds is NOT for the faint
of heart!) and dressing themselves for the most part, their personalities are
emerging with stamina to enjoy outings and activities. While Allison loves princesses and proclaims
her “Elsa power” Garrett is a fan of anything sports. Both played soccer this fall; but Garrett is
showing a keen interest and aptitude for all things sport-related. Furthermore, at the beginning of the year
fighting vs. playing nicely together was about 50/50. At the end of the year it is heart-warming
and oh so cute to listen to them chatter and natter with and at each other and
mostly play so wonderfully together. And
having two 3 year olds in the house anticipating Christmas is the sweetest:
pretty gift wrapped presents being arranged and rearranged by little hands,
Christmas songs being sung non-stop by little voices, seeing Santa and talking
about Santa and the goofy grin this brings to Garrett’s little face (and
hearing Garrett defend the existence of Santa when his big sister declares that
Santa is not real), and the unsureness of the exact countdown for Christmas but
the complete sureness of something really spectacular on the horizon
bringing much excitement to these two little cuties. Each day we are living out sweet and
treasured memories.
Rayna is now in grade 1.
She worked very hard this fall to master the monkey bars and was so sad
when it got too wet and cold to play on them.
Furthermore, she also played soccer for the first time this fall and it
delighted my soccer-loving heart to see her enjoy it so much. Though her 6 going on 16 attitude can be
strong at times, she is the kindest, most encouraging, and creative girl. She warms our family’s hearts by making cards
for us and wrapping “presents” for us – just because and on special
occasions. She’s been secretly working
on a Christmas card for Ryan and I for a couple of weeks, and now that her
writing is really starting to take off these very sweet gifts are all that more
precious.
Ryan’s local Chilliwack Blind Factory is steadily picking up
pace and, along with the Saskatoon Blind Factory, is keeping him busy. He plays pickleball whenever possible, which
with work and family demands has been much less than he would like. It’s still ‘the best thing ever’ to him (he’s
been bugging me to start playing and maybe, just maybe, 2019 ought to be the
year I try it out?). Since fall Ryan has
also started participating in music at church.
This is finally feasible for our family and has been very life-giving
for him. He hopes to press into more
music involvement as much as our family demands allow.
At the beginning of the month I received another clear MRI
report and the oncologist bumped up my scan interval from every 3 months to
every 4 months. This is very good news! We are still trying to process and sort out
what this means for pressing into the future (see blog post about Brain Injury
Awareness); but joyfully embrace each clear scan. I fill my days taking Rayna to and from
school, helping with daycare drop offs and pick-ups, I re-learned how to cook
(at least that’s what it felt like!), household task, resting, running 3 days/week,
writing and I played soccer this fall (yay!).
I also volunteer once a month for my church visiting the “shut-in”
elderly and will be increasing my involvement in this role in the new
year.
Our family likes to have fun. I feel we have excelled at celebrating the
“small stuff” this year: Valentines Day, Easter, summer, fall, Halloween and
BIRTHDAYS!!!! Though such things are now
quite exhausting for me, my heart was bursting planning and hosting Rayna’s 6
year old birthday party in March and a (smaller) party for the twins’ 3 year
old in October! We’ve also enjoyed
nature and hikes and the tulip festival (well maybe Ryan didn’t really enjoy
that one, but the rest of us sure did ;) going to Hells Gate, the Othello
Tunnels and, ****our family hiked Lindeman this fall!!!!!**** (for you non-locals, this is a not so easy,
beautiful, rock-scrambling, local hike) This was a major accomplishment and
symbolic of adventures the future could hold for our family. These are on-top
of another epic summer road trip vacation (see Summer Vacation blog post for
further details) visiting Kelowna (Ryan’s pickleball tournament, kangaroo farm,
beach), Camp Oshkidee (so amazing, as always!), Saskatoon, Swift Current (Ryan
had flew back home to work while I took the kids to my parents’) West Edmonton
Mall. Along the journey we connected
with so many precious friends and family members.
Ryan and I also did a daytrip to Manning
Park to cross country ski in Jan.
Ryan enjoyed a “guys trip” to Phoenix in Spring which was much needed and
deserved. I enjoyed (at least the parts
where the stomach flu wasn’t striking) a girls trip to Whistler in June. And Ryan and I celebrated a couple nights
away in October to the Sunshine Coast . In Nov. I took Rayna to Okotoks to celebrate
my sister’s 40th birthday a low-key lovely time together punctuated
by a super-fun surprise birthday party my brother in law threw for her! Dec. found Ryan and Rayna going on an in-promptu
trip to Maui (they got 2 buddy passes to be used in a 2 week time-frame, so
obviously they had to go, right?!)
Phew! What a good year!
And that’s not even mentioning the visits from my parents, my sister and
niece, our friends Brad and Ashley, local fun at Cultus lake
waterslides , rides, the beach and
splashing in the river!
Wowee! Isn’t life
such a gift! We celebrate gifts at
Christmas. Our family chooses to
celebrate the gift of Jesus at Christmas.
What a gift He is. It is
by trusting Him that our family has been able to find such Hope and
thrive during these past trying years. We thank Jesus for the gift of “more and
better life than we could have ever imagined!” (John 10:10 MSG, loosely quoted)
My Hope and prayer is that 2019 will be another year of “more and better
life” for our family as well as yours.
Love and blessings,
Ryan and Cheryl
Rayna, Garrett, and Allison.
Here comes Heaven
After the twins were born my body felt battered. It was difficult for my body to house those
babes for 8.5 months then birth them.
After their birth we received many joyous congratulations! Twins!
How wonderful and special and lovely and “aww I always wanted twins how
lucky you are”… I smiled politely at
these dotings and Ryan cringed at them, thanking those who spoke honestly to
the incredible difficulty it must be to parent twins. I wonder how Mary felt after Jesus was
born? The wonder of it all painted with
realities that weren’t so warm and fuzzy….forced to flee her homeland to
protect her new son who people wanted to kill.
Difficulty. This Christmas story
overlaid with difficulty. My own journey
overlaid with difficulty. Do you relate
to a difficult, challenging personal journey these days that are to be
bountifully joyous? As I put myself in
Mary’s shoes and look down at my own feet I am reminded to turn my gaze
upwards. Before my twins were born I
chose the verse “this is the day that the Lord has made let us rejoice and be
glad in it.” (1) Like Mary chose to
treasure the moments surrounding Jesus’ birth and think about them often, so
too I shall choose to treasure these moments in my heart and think about God’s
hand in them, often. I choose to declare
this is the day that the Lord has made and I will rejoice in it daily, no
matter the state of the day, no matter if I feel battered, no matter if the
difficulty of life is particularly heavy.
I choose to trust in God who says nothing is impossible with Him. I choose to rest IN God’s consuming Love that
I may claim the angel’s proclaimation, Do not be afraid, for my own. And what I am experiencing in the process is
heaven finding its way into my life here on Earth. And it is beautiful, marvelous, and exactly
what I need to journey this battered body through the difficulties along the
way being able to treasure up the multitude of spectacular gifts, daily
rejoicing, letting fear evaporate because God is with me. Always.
This is why I celebrate Jesus this Christmas.
(1)
Psalm 118:24
(2)
Stongly influenced by the
fantastic preaching of Scott Gaglardi, see Here Comes Heaven sermon series http://www.firstave.org/listen/
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