Ike’s Field Trip-Coolest Place on the Planet.  

A world according to an 8 year old:) (Creative wording by mom but snippets of quotes from Ike himself!)

My mom took me on a field trip to Sweet Rides. Sweet Rides takes old cars and makes them look new. (Restores them) It is better than the zoo. 

One mechanic did just body work and he was working on several cars. I liked the way he sanded the pieces by hand. He showed me a maroon 1970 Chevy Pickup (I think it was a C10 Stepside) and a  Trans Am  and a Camaro.  But they were just fixing and priming those.  We didn’t see the color of the two last cars. My Mom said she had a 73 Stepside Chevy that she wishes she still had for me. She admitted that she loved to drive her high school friend’s Trans Am. My mom might be cool after all.

Some of the cars that were waiting to be painted had loose parts all over the inside of the car. it looked a lot like my computer. Wires, pieces of metal… so awesome.

The coolest part was the 57 Chevy Bel Air that they had in pieces. The bottom part was in the paint room and they were painting it black.  All parts have to be primed with gray paint before it is painted with color. The body was painted bright blue and was in pieces.  They are putting it together on Monday for the Thanksgiving car show. 

My favorite time of the field trip was the car being painted in the paint room and meeting all the mechanics.  They encouraged me to use my skills to become a mechanic after I finish school.  One of them even invited me to see the Bel Air at the Houston George R. Brown Convention Center Thanksgiving weekend. I am going to start working on my Dad now to get him to take me.  Who cares about turkey when you can look at a Camaro or a Bel Air?  

20+ Things A Cancer Kid Knows By Heart-spin off Huffington Post

20 + Things a Cancer Kid Knows By Heart

by CeCe Benningfield

If my kids could write about my cancer, this is most likely what they would say or things I have heard them say. This is in response to the Huffington Post’s 20 Things A Mom Knows about Cancer. I figured I would flip it. 

•     It is the most earth shattering thing to be told that your Mom has cancer.
• Moms of any age can get cancer.  Even young ones.
• Moms can have a total meltdown in the kitchen and still make birthday cupcakes for your soccer team while having cancer.
• She will puke in a toilet, swallow a mountain of anti-nausea meds and still go to baseball practice with cancer.
• Moms can schedule your dentist appointment, write a novel and make a two page to-do list, all while toting an IV pole with chemo.
• Treatment straight up sucks. Even Moms feel like this.
• You can tell her side effects are bad when she can’t climb the stairs to do five kids worth of laundry.
•     We learn to do our own laundry. 
•     You hate it when you are sick because you know you are putting your Mom at risk. But who can control the flu?  And who can tell your Mom to not sit by your bed with Sprite and crackers and kiss your fevered head?  I’d like to see someone try. 
• Moms can do chemo and then sit through a double hitter in the Texas heat at the baseball fields.
• We don’t go in Mom’s bathroom. She says it is danger zone. Just don’t.
• Sleeping upstairs with your sick parent downstairs teaches you interesting life skills, like waking up on your own to catch the 6 a.m bus, make your own lunch and email your own teacher if need be.
•   It super annoying when people call your mom a hero.  She was my hero before she got cancer.  Cancer doesn’t make you a hero.  It makes you sick. 
•   Some Moms can have the opposite reactions to medications... like for instance, something that makes an adult sleepy might make them get up and clean the house at 2 a.m. Sometimes the meds make them sleep even when they are trying to hear about your day.

•     Scan days are always stressful.  Waiting for the doctor to read them makes your Mom cry no matter what the news. Going to school while you know your Mom is getting results is even harder.
• You realize nothing is as important anymore as getting your Mom well.  How will Dad ever do what she does?
• You'll never forget the first time you see your Mom lose her pretty long hair or when she throws all of her hairbrushes away. 
• We get cancer jokes. Mom yells at the shampoo commercials. No one else would think that was funny but we do.  If she doesn’t get her ice cream at night, she will threaten…”Don’t make me throw the cancer card down.”  We all laugh and give her the ice cream.
• You learn creative terms to try to explain chemo to younger siblings. “Ninja meds” make mom really tired. No, she can’t read to you at night. Oh wait…here she comes. 
• Kids get a crash course in oncology. You learn the stages of cancer and what they mean. Life really sucks when you hear the number four.
•     You brace yourself for the biology assignments when they go into depth about how cancer works.  I just want to throw something at the teacher. Writing essays or journal entries equally suck-“Express your biggest fear” or “tell about a time when you overcame adversity” . No, thanks.  Rather not.
•   Chemo looks different.  Kids know that. It can change forms. Mom has done four different kinds.  We have nicknames for all of them. The Red Devil, the Bad Crap, the Light Stuff, Ninja meds, and the pills. No chemo is the same. No cancer is the same.
•   You learn to look for the “look” between your parents.  It is the look that tells you if something has changed.  A bad scan, a different med, more surgery.  No one else notices.
•   Cancer makes you grow up really fast. People don’t realize you are juggling school, sports, church, friends and social pressures and a sick Mom.  They forget. You don’t.
•   Statistics don't mean a dang thing when it comes to your Mom. God has the last say. Tomorrow is never promised. Your Mom is your steady hand but Jesus is the Rock.

Happy Birthday Sharkbait (Sherry)

Sometimes you have no idea that you NEED a blessing into it busts into your house like a whirlwind.  There are expected blessings and prayed for blessings, but then there are ones you have no idea you are getting. Sixteen years ago today, a blond haired baby girl was born far away from me. I don’t know if she wailed in her first breaths. Maybe she yawned, opened those big blues and looked around only to fall back asleep.  

On her first day of life, I was probably getting my oldest off to school and getting ready for teaching 7th grade.  I wasn’t aware that God was preparing me for a blessing.  It took almost twelve years for me to meet her. She walked into my classroom, head ducked down and barely whispered her name. I recognized the platinum blond hair from her older brother, a former student. She walked in and out of my class for months. I never knew who she would be. 

I never knew God ushered my daughter into my classroom.  Less than two years later, circumstances like a slow moving hurricane washed over us and God whispered to me that she was going to be our daughter even above our storm.  Talk about the dark horse surprise of the decade.  Sometimes adoption works like that. Adoption doesn’t work with a plan-most of the time there is no explanation of how you lose your heart to a stranger.

I was so surprised when not only did she melt into our family without much effort but then stole our hearts just as easily as the four children before her.  

I love the spontaneous bursts of laughter, your Wolverine costume, plots to cream people with cupcakes, letting a rabbit loose in a brother’s bedroom, luring sharks at the beach, skimming over waves and busting your rear end in the sand, or my girl coming out of the kitchen wearing soccer shorts and cowboy boots. I love my camo-wearing, truck driving, goat dragging, patient little girl who makes us smile and shake our heads. 

Happy 16th Birthday Sharkbait. We love you.  You have blessed me.  You have blessed our family.  I love you so much!

School Is COMING!!

I am enjoying my long vacation on the surf and sand. But let’s talk about summer-honestly. Don’t slap your hands to your cheeks in horror over my down and dirty kind of entry. Those of you that know me well, know I practicing humor and not malice!

I love the pool, beach, vacation, less running, but I crave structure. I am secretly envious of my friends that create super structure to summer days. You know the organized souls that still have nap time, reading time, bath times and bedtimes. (I won’t mention any names. You know who you are and are probably smiling like the Mad Hatter right now.)  The most structured thing I do in the summer is take up electronics at 10 pm. and even then it isn’t straight up “10” every night. 

I would love to blame this laziness on cancer, but alas, I cannot. Long before cancer, I fell into the summertime doldrums. I would also love to blame Joe, since he is gone for the summer, but let’s face it I would be like this even if he was home.

Summer habits that start to grate on my ever-loving nerve….

1. the longer and L-O-N-G-E-R nights where kids saunter downstairs or appear in my room like pop goes the weasel at midnight sometimes. Goodness…if you turn on the t.v. or open your computer-they march in. It is what I call the magnet. Too bad that doesn’t happen when I open the dishwasher.
2. the way their heads are bowed over the electronics. I would like to take up the iPhone, iPod, and cell phone and replace it with a book. Wait, that is a great idea!  
3. the way they kind of shrug when I say “bedtime now”. Shrug away-those 6 am buses are going to be a rude awakening next week!  Yes, I make my kids ride the bus and I am still a good parent. 

Be alert, O’ Young Ones. School is exactly 6 days away. I don’t get emotional when my kids start school. (I am anxious for teachers and smooth schedules but them GOING…I have NO problem with!)  I do this really awesome-Tom Cruise-Risky Business-type of dance across the hard wood floors when the last bus pulls away. Doing this dance is completely appropriate when you have five kids and your husband is out of state ALL SUMMER. Even when he is not gone all summer-still OK. Not feeling guilty about finding joy in a quiet house. I find joy in a busy house too. Just a different kind of joy. 

It is really a healthy thing to dance because they are flying on their own. Start your music…let the dancing begin!  WHOOOHOOOO. School is almost here!

Chasing Life and Baseball

The new show Chasing Life has become a favorite in our family.  There are some threads of story lines that I am not crazy about but I love the cancer story line.  VERY real without being in your face.  There is a scene that I love where the best friend of April (the cancer patient) asks her, "Doesn't it feel good for your news to be out there-now your whole family knows.  No more secrets."  April replies something like, "Yeah, now not only do I get to process my cancer but I get to process everyone else's feelings about it too."  That made me laugh OUT LOUD.

Tonight the mother of April had a meltdown and screamed she was angry.  (Angry at April.  Angry at cancer.  etc. )  My son asked me, "Mom do you ever get like that? Angry?"

I told him, "I have secret fantasies about using your bat to break mirrors, lights, and making things shatter."  I think I shocked him.

After he recovered at the mental image of his mother going postal using his baseball bat, he quipped, "Well you wouldn't use my GOOD bat, right?"
No, never the good bat.  We laughed. (Baseball players are pretty particular about their bats.)

I told him I actually get angry a lot.  But I go behind that closed door (pointed to my room) and get mad.  He said he never saw me angry or show emotion.  I assured him that was my job.  I must make it right for him and the kids. I try not to bring my emotions into their lives as much as I can avoid it.

Still...I dream of the bat and breaking things sometimes. Is that normal?

How He Loves

I don't know whether animals go to heaven or not.  Ike asked.  I told him I didn't know.  However, I did point out that God created animals first (before man) and must love them very much.  He lovingly put every stripe on a zebra, pattern on butterfly wings and thought of every color and shape when he created them.  I listed examples.  Ike just blinked back tears.  I also told him I wasn't sure what the Bible said about animals and heaven but I am sure of one thing-He loves his creations.

Today was a rough day.  A beautiful black lab, Rocket, (our neighbor's dog) has been ill.  He chased "duck dummies".  Rocket placed them at a child's feet or let Ike take it out of his mouth easily.  He was a lumbering giant, but so gentle. My son, who has a hard time making connections with people (although he is growing in this area!), fell in love with Rocket.  We have a pet sitting business so over time our friends used our services.  I made sure those "jobs" went to Ike.  He would do the basic duties but played with Rocket for long periods of time too.  Rocket died on Saturday. I just found out today and told Ike, who crumbled before I even finished the sentence.

His reaction kind of surprised me.  For years, my husband and I worried that he felt too little emotion about people or animals.  But Rocket changed him.  (We have 2 dogs-he doesn't really pay much attention to them.) Ike showed love and compassion for this animal.

People make some unfair judgments about Ike.  It may come from stories that I share about him. It might color perceptions about my child. There have been some very hurtful comments through the years about him or his behavior.  Some true and some just spiteful words against a child they don't have a relationship with and don't know at all. I wish they knew the part about him loving Rocket. He also shows the same adoration to the three year old owner of the dog.  Another growing blessing:)

God bless Ike with love for animals.  Let his love for Science and nature grow.  I care less about how well he adds and subtracts and more about how he loves Jesus and all of his creations.  From the least to the greatest-let him love with no limits.

Before You Speak

I stopped by our favorite breakfast diner for breakfast with my youngest daughter.  The waiter asked about my health (he knows me from my dates with Joe-has seen me go from wearing scarves to hair again.).  Cass was sitting right there so I gave him the two-cent, politically correct version. He told me about his friend “Katy” and how she was dying from stage four cancer.  He started to go into detail about how it was in her brain, bones…  I watched my daughter physically recoil. I immediately interrupted him and changed the subject.  We recovered and ate our breakfast chit-chatting about her up and coming new laptop and ordering a book for her on Amazon. 

On the way back from the bathroom, I ran into a former teacher.   (Also a believer.) We caught up for a few minutes and then he said, “I heard through the grapevine you were sick.”  I briefly explained.  BRIEFLY.  (My little girl was at our table across the room.) He was shocked to hear that I had cancer and then asked, “Can I ask you a question?”  I should know when someone prefaces a question with permission to ask it that it is going to be a whopper or serious.  Sure….why not?  Just standing at Denny’s.  

“Are you scared of dying?”

Yes, that is the question I was asked in the middle of Denny’s.  You would think I would be used to that line of questioning but I am not.  My answer has changed in the last two years.  No, I am not afraid of dying.  I know where I am going.  I am afraid of suffering in front of my children and having them watch.  He wasn’t being malicious-I know as a believer he just wanted to know. Since he asked-I answered. 

I made my way back to the table when the waiter stopped me and said, “CeCe, you have to come meet my friend, Katy.  She is here!  I can’t believe it!  I will introduce you! It will make her feel so much better to talk to you.”  By all means, let’s make Katy feel better! I should have protested.  I kind of tried.  (I love this waiter though-didn’t want to make him feel bad.)  But really….just because I have cancer, doesn’t really mean I can handle meeting someone who is dying. It isn’t a sorority I want to be in.  

He propels me to Katy who is sitting three tables from my daughter.  I put myself between the two of them, trying to shield Cass from hearing or reading lips. I shook the frail woman’s hand.  Frankly, she looked like hell. She asked me what kind of cancer was I fighting and then launched into her battle.  I have to confess, I was shell shocked at that point but very aware of the fact that my daughter was walking up behind me.  I was in the process of retreating (Did I mention I wanted to run out of there?) when I realized my little girl was politely standing beside me.  

Cass is probably the classiest kid-she would rather walk on glass than be rude. Since I knew she had caught the cancer connection, I introduced Katy as a “survivor” and a friend of our waiter’s.  To quell the discussion, I added, “She is undergoing treatment too.”  (Hoping this would be a clue for Katy to censor the details.) 

She replied, “Well, the doctors at MDA have ran out of treatments for me.  There is nothing left.”  

I wanted to yell, WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU? SHE IS STANDING RIGHT HERE!!!!!! Manners were gone at that point.  I excused myself as quickly as possible.  So fast, in fact, that I almost forgot to pay.  Cass had to remind me.  I threw the money at the clerk and bolted.

As I final blow I got to go to the dentist where I promptly burst into tears with my dental assistant.  (It was behind closed doors and my mouth was bleeding-side effect.  I lost it.).  She had to stop several times just to let me settle down.  Poor thing. I felt so sorry for her.

This is ironic coming from me-someone who talks so freely but the lesson here is just because I have cancer doesn’t make me bullet proof for random cancer related conversation.  I am very open with my story, but there are limits.

Limit #1)

If you are not a close friend, it is probably not cool to ask “Are you scared of dying?” 

Limit #2) I really don’t want to meet someone that is losing the battle just because we are in the same “club”.  I don’t want the membership. I already have friends that are losing the fight and it is hard enough. Don’t need random strangers added to the list.

Limit #3) Think of Travis drawing the old-Alamo-line in the sand…Do not think the “bare all conversation" is ok in front of my kids. They are polite, beyond words, and they seem like they are hanging in there like champs.  But they are my kids. MINE. They are not adults.  I am the one with cancer but they are the ones that truly deal with it-my little soldiers. 

When you speak ask yourself-

Is it kind?

Is it truthful?

Is it necessary?