This post was from last night. We have been having Wifi problems at the RMH. That’s why there have been lack of updates. I’ve missed you all and hope you had a great night last night. We had a beautiful time together and now the city is covered in a blanket of snow. Below is what I wrote last night. Love to you all.
Silent Night…. Holy Night…. All is calm… All is bright….
This is the lullaby that I have hummed to Ronan since he was born. I’m not sure why, but I hum or sing it to him every night before he goes to sleep. Since he was diagnosed, I’ve stopped singing it to him. I’ve taken the most beautiful song, and turned it into something crazy in my head, telling myself that I don’t want it to ever be a silent night because that means my baby will be up in heaven and not with us anymore. I’ve only told a few people about this… Tricia, Marisa, and Charisma. Charisma is the one who told me she understood, but really thinks the song is not about what I have turned it into. It has always been my favorite Christmas song; until now. What we are going through is so scary to me that I have taken one of the most beautiful things and turned it into something ugly and sad. Sometimes I feel as I don’t have control of the feelings and thoughts I have. How can I?? My baby has cancer; nothing will ever be the same.
We had a great Christmas morning. We stayed in our room, opened up gifts, and the boys could not have been happier. We were all together as a family and it was such a beautiful thing. As they were busy playing with their toys, I bundled up and braved the 29 degree temperature and headed out for my Central Park run. I ended up running 10 miles and it was beautiful, brisk, hard, and just what I needed. Before I came on this trip, I was telling a good friend of mine how I came here to run the NYC Marathon a couple of years ago and how I would never do another one again because it was so hard. He looked at me with a sparkle in his eye and goes, “Oh, you’ll do another one…. Just you wait and see.” As I was on about mile 7 tonight, I thought to myself… I am so coming back here when Ronan is all better to do this marathon again. I imagined Ronan waiting for me at the finish line, so proud of his mommy. I will run it for him, and for NYC. This is the city that is going to heal my baby and is healing his mommy as well. There is no place I’d rather be right now. Funny how this city feels like such a second home to me already. That is because it is full of all things magical, miracles, and it is all about taking that tumor out of Ronan. January 3rd cannot get here soon enough.
Tonight was bittersweet. I have been doing o.k. here at the RMH, but tonight my emotions got the best of me while we were doing the whole Santa thing with the boys and all of the other families here. They do such a beautiful job and are so generous with the gifts. I was standing up next to Woody and the boys, just kind of soaking it all in. Then the tears started and I couldn’t get them to stop. It was all too much. The room was full of the most beautiful kids, who are fighting so hard for their lives, but are still so happy. Then there were my 3 babies sitting there together; like it was just another Christmas. Woody pulled me down next to him and let me cry on his shoulder and tried to comfort me by whispering to me how lucky we are to all be together and that’s all that matters. He keeps telling me that together, we can get through anything. Team Thompson, as he likes to call us. He is such a good man. After awhile, the tears stopped but after the boys’ got their gifts I took Ronan up to his room. For one, he wanted to go, but two, I felt an anxiety attack coming on. Still not doing well in big social situations I guess.
I am fighting everyday to be brave and strong. Sometimes, this all still becomes too much. This will never become easy for me, everyday is a struggle. Imagine living everyday of your new life full of hurt, and watching everyone around you hurt as well. It is so hard, so unfair, but I know I just have to keep moving forward. I’m very thankful to be married to such a strong man. I would fall to pieces every second of the day if it were not for him.
That’s all for tonight. Time to cuddle up to my little boo and kiss that sweet, bald head of his for the millionth time today. He is our Christmas miracle, and he is the sweetest Christmas gift I have ever received. He is teaching us so many lessons along the way.
Love you all. Hope your holidays were so very, very blessed.
6 thoughts on “Christmas 2010”
Maya, You have a beautiful family inside and out and you can and WILL get through all of this! Your little boy has taught me so many lessons from afar and has changed my total outlook on life in this tiny amount of time. For that, I am so grateful to him and to you for sharing his story.
Love you guys times a million and please continue to enjoy the wonderfulness that is NYC! (P.S. I will def come cheer you on in the next marathon you do there!)
May the peace that passes all understanding come to you from the Lord. May His Holy Spirit bless you with strength and endurance..may you know the Lord is in the middle of it all, each day, holding you.
Praying continously for Team Thompson. Happy to see you all finding the joy of Christmas season in NY. May you all continue to be blessed!
We continue to hold you in prayer….Merry Christmas. xomichelle
I am glad that Team Thompson is together in NYC. And I think it’s just FINE to have a good cry at times…it is healing and healthy and it makes us all a part of the human race. Holding you all in my prayers…Happy New Years!
I picked up your card at Hava Java some weeks ago and have been following your blog since. You’re an incredible mother, wife and writer. You help me (as I’m sure many of your readers) appreciate my kids and my husband, and the ease at which we experience life compared to the battle that each of you face each day. I think of you and Ronan so many times each day. I love to read about the amazing friends that surround you and without knowing you or them, I am grateful for them. Just know that I’m out here reading and hearing you every day and I’m hugging my kids that much tighter and longer because of your willingness to share your very personal experience.