SHE DID IT!!!!

 

As we entered the month of December, with Christmas just around the corner, conversations everywhere were about Christmas presents, Santa lists, buying this and buying that, wishing for this thing and hoping for that thing. As children wrote their lists and posted them off to Santa with a sure belief and faith that they would receive what they wanted on Christmas morning, I wished with all my heart that it could be that simple for us.

Dear Santa,

         I have been the very best girl this year. I was strong even when my body was weak, I was brave even when I had every reason to be scared, I smiled every day and I made my mummy and daddy very proud of me. All I want for Christmas this year is to be cancer free, I have fought so hard and the gift of my health and my future would be really good. If I could also get my broviac line removed from my chest and be allowed an actual bath with all the bubbles I could handle, that would also make me very happy.

Thank you Santa,

             Lots of love from Maisie May xx

If I could have posted this and sold everything I owned down to the very last scrap of clothing on my back to pay Santa, I would have done it. But it just wasn’t that simple. It wasn’t that easy. This was one wish that couldn’t be bought. Following Maisie’s final MRI we knew that all we could do was offer ourselves up to God, to put all our faith and trust in him and to hope that He would hear and answer our prayers. The doctors had done everything in their power, we had done everything we could and Maisie had fought with everything she had, so all we could do was wait.

We were told that it would probably be three weeks for the results to come back to us which would take us up to the week of Christmas. So, when our consultant rang us at our home the very next day, panic and fear struck my heart. As my husband answered the phone I lifted Maisie from the floor where she was happily playing with her toys, I held her tight in my arms and I whispered in her ear, “Whatever happens little one, mummy is here and everything is going to be OK.” I rocked Maisie back and forth and I paced the floor as I listened to the consultant’s voice echo from the phone not sure what I was going to hear.

“Maisie’s MRI results show NO evidence of disease.”

I looked at my husband not daring to believe what I had heard. Did he say Maisie was cancer free? Did he just say our girl had beaten cancer???? My husbands face told me that I had heard him correctly. His eyes were glassy and the relief and happiness in his heart was evident in his smile. Our girl had done it. She had really, truly and honestly done it.

The face of a winner.

Its funny, if I had ever allowed myself to think about how I would have reacted when I received that news I’m sure I would have imagined myself jumping around the house, singing and cheering, laughing and crying in equal measure. But in reality, I wasn’t. When my husband got off the phone the three of us stood hugging in the living room and I felt frozen. Confused, overwhelmed and in total disbelief. Did that actually just happen? I wanted so bad to believe it was true but my head and my heart were in pieces and I struggled to take it in. I spent the best part of an hour running through the house, tearing open every drawer, looking through every piece of paper for the number of our consultant to phone him back. Tell me again, what did you say? Repeat yourself, word for word. But I couldn’t find the number. I couldn’t contact him. My husband took my hands, looked me in the eye and told me to believe it. It was the news we had wanted to hear for the past 9 months, the news we needed to hear, the news we had hoped and prayed for. And not only that, but Maisie was also scheduled for an appointment to get her line removed in four days’ time. God had received our prayers and they had been answered, all our Christmas wishes had come true.

This next part sounds completely unbelievable but I swear to you its true. One evening in December, every year, Santa goes through our village on his sleigh. He waves and rings his bell as he passes your house and it is such a magical sight. And it just so happened, that night was his night to arrive. Just before we put Maisie to bed the three of us stood at our front door and we waved and cheered as Santa passed us by. And that’s when it hit me that this news was true. Santa came that night to prove to me that Christmas had really come early for us, miracles do happen and wishes do come true. For the first time in Maisie’s life she was going to bed cancer free. Our girl really had done it, Maisie had fought and she had WON!!!!!!

 

Wendy. The proudest mummy in the world.