Pray for Grant

Thursday, Feb. 11 - 11:02 p.m.

Posted by Melanie McTaggart on Friday, February 12, 2010

It has been a wonderfully strange week here at the hospital. Here I am, stuck in a hospital room that has become all too familiar with a sweet three-year old boy who is getting a very harsh chemo, and he is in the best spirits that I have seen him in since he was diagnosed. Tonight was just so good. My dad brought Claire up here this evening (thanks dad!!!) and when David arrived we ate dinner together as a family. Even though it was "here", it was so nice to just be together. After dinner, we headed up to the 16th floor to participate in "Radio Lollypop." It is the first time I have taken Grant up there and the first time Claire has been here this late. They had a blast. Claire and Grant talked on the radio network that plays in all the rooms of the hospital and requested songs. They came up with radio DJ names. Grant was "G-Money Grant" and Claire was "C-Dog". At one point, Claire was doing art projects with some of the other patients and Grant was trying to dance to the music that was being played while I held his hands. It was such a sweet moment.

"Strength" is something that is talked a lot about up here on the 9th floor of the West Tower. People are always telling me, and other moms up here, that we must be strong to be handed this life. I have never thought of myself as strong. In fact, I would have told you that I was not one of those women. I thought when Grant was diagnosed that I had somehow been cursed. I was not strong, but had to just deal with this situation. Lately, I have been thinking of all the strong women that I know. I used to think that the "strong woman" was the one who worked 60 hours a week at a high power job, had a family, and still donated her time and energy to some amazing charity.  Now I realize what true strength is. Strong women are the ones that have had the courage to follow their dreams, no matter what they are, how small they may seem or how difficult it may be. My dream, if I am being totally honest with myself, was to never be one of those "strong women." My dream, ever since I was a little girl, was to be a good wife, a good sister, a good daughter, and a good mother. I have always wanted to be the nurturer and take care of others that I loved so dearly. I guess when I evaluate where my life has led me; I realize I am living my dream. Not in the way I would have thought, but I am living it. I am blessed that I have a great family, a wonderful and loving husband, a caring and sweet little girl, and a little boy that can tear at the toughest heartstrings. And I love that my dream of taking care of all of them has come true, no matter how difficult it seems at times. I thank God for helping me live my dream and for being the strong woman that I am.

Tomorrow, if all goes well, we should be able to head home! We cannot wait! I won't update this again until Monday, unless something in our plans change, so I wanted to wish everyone a very happy Valentines Day. Many people think that Valentines Day is just a "made up, Hallmark holiday." And to some degree, it is. But instead of ignoring it, or being irritated by it, embrace it this year and take Valentines Day as a gentle reminder to spend as much time as you can this weekend letting those around you know how much they mean to you, and how much you love them. What harm will that do?? And take a moment to thank God for your life, your strength, your courage, and for giving you your families.



 

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Melanie McTaggart I am the proud mom and Claire and Grant. I am so blessed to have them in my life!

Thursday, Feb. 11 - 11:02 p.m.

Posted by Melanie McTaggart on Friday, February 12, 2010

It has been a wonderfully strange week here at the hospital. Here I am, stuck in a hospital room that has become all too familiar with a sweet three-year old boy who is getting a very harsh chemo, and he is in the best spirits that I have seen him in since he was diagnosed. Tonight was just so good. My dad brought Claire up here this evening (thanks dad!!!) and when David arrived we ate dinner together as a family. Even though it was "here", it was so nice to just be together. After dinner, we headed up to the 16th floor to participate in "Radio Lollypop." It is the first time I have taken Grant up there and the first time Claire has been here this late. They had a blast. Claire and Grant talked on the radio network that plays in all the rooms of the hospital and requested songs. They came up with radio DJ names. Grant was "G-Money Grant" and Claire was "C-Dog". At one point, Claire was doing art projects with some of the other patients and Grant was trying to dance to the music that was being played while I held his hands. It was such a sweet moment.

"Strength" is something that is talked a lot about up here on the 9th floor of the West Tower. People are always telling me, and other moms up here, that we must be strong to be handed this life. I have never thought of myself as strong. In fact, I would have told you that I was not one of those women. I thought when Grant was diagnosed that I had somehow been cursed. I was not strong, but had to just deal with this situation. Lately, I have been thinking of all the strong women that I know. I used to think that the "strong woman" was the one who worked 60 hours a week at a high power job, had a family, and still donated her time and energy to some amazing charity.  Now I realize what true strength is. Strong women are the ones that have had the courage to follow their dreams, no matter what they are, how small they may seem or how difficult it may be. My dream, if I am being totally honest with myself, was to never be one of those "strong women." My dream, ever since I was a little girl, was to be a good wife, a good sister, a good daughter, and a good mother. I have always wanted to be the nurturer and take care of others that I loved so dearly. I guess when I evaluate where my life has led me; I realize I am living my dream. Not in the way I would have thought, but I am living it. I am blessed that I have a great family, a wonderful and loving husband, a caring and sweet little girl, and a little boy that can tear at the toughest heartstrings. And I love that my dream of taking care of all of them has come true, no matter how difficult it seems at times. I thank God for helping me live my dream and for being the strong woman that I am.

Tomorrow, if all goes well, we should be able to head home! We cannot wait! I won't update this again until Monday, unless something in our plans change, so I wanted to wish everyone a very happy Valentines Day. Many people think that Valentines Day is just a "made up, Hallmark holiday." And to some degree, it is. But instead of ignoring it, or being irritated by it, embrace it this year and take Valentines Day as a gentle reminder to spend as much time as you can this weekend letting those around you know how much they mean to you, and how much you love them. What harm will that do?? And take a moment to thank God for your life, your strength, your courage, and for giving you your families.