childhood cancer
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Less Yellow
Scan days carry a weight no parent should have to explain. But this time, after two rounds of ONITT, the image looked different. There was still cancer, but there was less of it. Less yellow. Less fear for that moment. More gratitude. More breath. More proof that God was still meeting us one step at…
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Peace That Surpasses All Understanding
I used to think peace would come once everything made sense. Once the plan was clear. Once the miracle looked the way I wanted it to look. But I am learning that God’s peace can meet us before the answer comes. It can hold us in the unknown. It can steady us when we finally…
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Post-Chemo Scans and the Weight of Waiting
Lamenting Wednesday, January 28th, we walked into the hospital—and for the first time in a long time, it felt strange. Not scary.Not overwhelming. Just… unfamiliar. There was a quiet thought that hit all of us at once: We don’t really belong here anymore. And as strange as that sounds, it was a beautiful realization. After…
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Exploratory Biopsy Day
May 19th, 2025 Our first full day in Baton Rouge in the St. Jude Network Today was exploratory biopsy day. Because there was so much fluid built up they had a hard time seeing exactly what they were looking at. So they decided to go in and take a look. While they were in there,…
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The Night Everything Changed
Saturday, May 18th, started like any other weekend—full of promise, laughter, and plans. Megan and I had a rare chance for a night out. We drove to Lake Charles for a date night: dinner, a comedy show, and a little bit of normal. Kinley had been under the weather, but she was in good spirits…
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Five Ways to Support a Family in the Hospital with a Sick Child
What Actually Helped Us When your child is hospitalized long-term, especially when the hospital is far from home, life stops following the rules you once relied on. Days blur.Schedules collapse.Hunger comes and goes. Flexibility stops being a luxury and becomes survival. During Kinley’s hospital stays, we learned that the support that mattered most wasn’t flashy…
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Introduction
What are we doing here, God? Walking the halls of the Children’s Hospital in Baton Rouge, I’ve asked this question more times than I can count: What are we doing here, God? I’ve whispered it staring at my bald baby girl. I’ve prayed it in the sterile quiet of hospital rooms. We’ve stood in the…