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Greener Grass and Hypocrisy

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Catie followers,

 

     The journey continues and brings challenges and blessings daily.  As I sat in the house this past Wednesday, my heart skipped a beat as I looked up and was momentarily convinced that Catie was about to come around the corner and into the room.  I wondered where the thought came from and as I pondered it, I realized that because Catie had been away at St. Jude for so many months last year for treatment and had returned home twice before, I was waiting for her to return again.  Somehow in one corner of my mind, Catie has been in treatment for these past 8 months and is coming home any day.  As bizarre as the thought was, it sparked another thought.  I began to fall into the trap of self-pity and thought about how difficult Catie’s journey had been on me.  This journey has been harder on me than it has been on Christine, because she had the gift of the one on one time with Catie for all the time they were at St. Jude.  What a selfish thought.  Growing up, we all were told that the grass is always greener on the other side of the fence, yet when we hop the fence, reality sets in.  How shallow of me to compare my journey to Christine’s and attempt to weigh the relative difficulty in order to justify my own selfishness.  Please forgive me my darling.

 

     We all fall into the grass is greener trap at one time or another.  The green grass of jealousy allows us to compare our circumstances with someone else and feel sorry for ourselves or worse, blame God for our lot in life.  The crosses we bear in our lives are ours.  Longing for someone else’s is a dangerous game.  God gives us the grace to deal with our particular cross.  Perhaps the jealousy we feel for someone else’s circumstance is not reflective of their cross, but of their ability to carry it well.  Please grant us the grace to carry our cross well.

 

     Speaking of traps, the other one I find myself falling into is the trap of hypocrisy.  As I examine my own human weaknesses and frailty and marvel at my own sinfulness, I realize anew how unworthy I am of God’s love for me and how much more special that love is simply because I have done nothing to earn it.  How often I have chastised myself for leading my family to Mass after a morning of raising my voice in anger at children because of a lost sock or an unmade bed.  What a hypocrite I am.  How can I stand in the presence of God and His followers and pretend to be whom God wants me to be when the reality is so different.  The number of times I feel as if I am unworthy to carry the mantle of “Catie’s dad” is growing.  I am ashamed at times that she is looking down on me and witnessing my action or inaction.  Tough to admit, and even tougher to change.  As people of faith, we know that God sees us as we are, blemishes and all.  Knowing that my precious Catie now sees all of my faults and weaknesses exacts a toll.  The hope is that it will make me want to be a better man, father, husband, Christian, son, brother, and friend.  It is after all what Catie first wanted those who heard her story to do, love the people in your life and do it better today than you did yesterday.   

 

     As I was trying to work through all of these thoughts, Christine and the kids were all at the weekly school mass at St. Joseph’s.  Father Sullivan began his homily and talked about prayer and God’s response to our prayers.  As an example, he talked about how all of the people in this church prayed for “little Catie O’Brien” last year, and “what was God’s answer?”  At dinner Thursday night, each of the kids and Christine related to me and each other their reaction to Father’s words as well as the reactions of classmates and friends.  People’s reactions still run the gamut from avoidance because they feel they have no words, to a hug, to a shared tear.  For some, choosing to never broach or think about Catie again seems like the best way to avoid any pain or discomfort that the memory may cause.  I for one am still searching for the best way to deal with Catie’s journey, perhaps the best way is to make sure that I complete my own in God’s good graces so that I have the chance to see her again.

 

     On to the news about Catie's Wish Foundation.  We had our second very successful event at PJ Whelihan’s in Blue Belle, PA on October 4th.  Lauren Sullivan and the entire team at PJ’s have been wonderfully supportive of Catie’s Wish, and together with Mike and Sue Pascarella hosted an Octoberfest filled with great food, great music and great fun.  We also raised close to $5k to continue the mission of the Catie’s Wish Foundation, to eradicate pediatric cancer through prayer and research.  Thank you to all who made the event so wonderful. 

 

     The website launch continues to be tracking towards a January 2010 live date and we have selected the finalists from the many proposals we received.  The winning designer will be selected within the next week.  Please pray that we make the right selection.  Our advisory board continues to grow.  We have decided to model the bible in selecting 12 members, when we have met personally with all twelve, we will let you know who they are.  We have selected a company to produce “Catie Gear”;  shirts, canvas bags, sweats, vinyl stickers etc.  We debuted the products at the Octoberfest event and everyone seemed to love the new logo and the products.  We have begun to select Catie Ambassadors who can assist us in spreading the word about Catie and her mission for us.  Ambassadors are our link to schools, churches, prayer groups; they are one degree of separation removed from us.  Before we take Catie’s Wish mainstream, we hope and pray that a grass roots approach will provide the foundation for future opportunities.  Again, following the biblical model, we believe that selecting 72 to spread the word of Catie’s Wish is the way to go.  Our vision is that ambassadors would receive a kit of materials to share with schools, churches and prayer groups to introduce them to Catie’s story and offer the opportunity to support Catie’s Wish through prayer or fund raising.  If after prayerful reflection you believe that being an ambassador is something you might want to investigate, let us know and we will be in touch.  Christine has done an amazing job of getting all of these efforts off the ground and I am sure that Catie continues to smile at all the work Christine does in her name.

 

     Please know that you all continue to be in our thoughts and prayers.  Keep sending us your prayer requests and thank you for keeping us in your prayers as well.  Please keep the kids at St. Jude and others fighting the battle against pediatric cancer in mind as you go through your day and please remember to tell those you love how much they mean to you. 

 

May God bless you and the work of your hands,

 

Christine, Kevin, Maggie, Max, Mia, Molly, M.E., and always Catie

 

 PS   So many of you have shared your prayer requests with us and for everyone that has, each day we offer prayers asking Catie to intercede on behalf of those souls and children too sick to pray for themselves.  Please join us in praying for Tim's family, Jason, Sheri, Christian's family, Baby Cole, Jen, Samantha, Nora, Ally, Theresa, Meghan, Baby George, Jarred, Katie, Bob, Kathy, Ellie, Regina, Alex, Gianna Marie, Patty, Christopher, Joseph Thomas, Abby, Brayden, Dax, Ellie, Hunter, Jack, Jonah, Marit, Sean, Sydney, Trevor, Campbell and Tala and all those children fighting to live in hospitals all over the world - may your children come to know God's love and peace for you and your families. 

    

 

Communication and Treasures

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Communication is vital in all relationships.  There are times when distance can make communicating more difficult or it can elevate our individual need to communicate, making communicating more of a priority.  It is unfortunate however that many of us take for granted the gift of communicating; specifically with those that are a part of our everyday lives.   We often rely daily on scribbled notes, text messages, voice mail, e-mail and a phone call to communicate with others.  Each of these methods has a purpose and a function – thanks to them you are able to read and follow Catie’s Story.  None of these methods offers what a visit or one on one conversation can offer.

Sometimes it takes distance to more fully understand how important communicating is with those we love.  In life the things we do everyday can become mundane and at times we long for relief from the mundane.  We should never place communicating or sharing who we are into the category of the mundane.  Life is unexpected and there are many moments that will never come again.  Many of us understand this or have had to re-learn this lesson time and time again.  For those who have said good-bye to a loved one and will wait for eternal life to be reunited, I know you would do almost anything to get one more chance to see, hug, kiss, listen to and tell that someone “I love you.”

Our need and desire to communicate what was going on with Catie grew over time.  When Catie was first unable to sleep but before she was diagnosed we did not share or communicate what we were experiencing.  When Catie’s tumor was discovered we turned to those we loved and knew to have strong faith to support us physically and spiritually.  As our needs continued to grow so did our communication.  The importance of communicating continued to grow as our family was separated.  It is still beyond my ability to comprehend how many prayed with us and for Catie when we came home and traveled to Lourdes, France.  Surely I believed with all of those prayers God would hear our plea and have mercy.

Now eight months have passed since Catie’s death and our desire to communicate still exists but it has changed.   Within our family the dynamics have changed; we are down one and Catie’s role will never be replaced – how do we go on, who will fill the void?  We need to be gentle and loving in our communication with one another and yet many times we are either hurting or not focusing beyond ourselves to the needs of others.  There have been days when one of us is happy and living in the moment and another is sad and we choose not to communicate out of love for the other – we are thrilled that they are not sad and we don’t want to take their happiness away.  This is all a part of the new us and we are learning to work with it and share and communicate in a new way.

I have begun to find that communication with others while so helpful at times doesn’t compare to communication with God – prayer.  Prayer has been a part of our journey of life.  Sharing our faith has brought us such joy and has been our glue, (especially in the last 16 months).  Each of us has found that while the other may not know where we are God does.  When I see Kevin happy and laughing and playing with the kids and I have just found something of Catie’s that brings me to tears – something that meant something to just Catie and I – God is there for me.  Prayer is always available to me.  God has been there for Catie’s conception, life, death and He is with her now or more importantly Catie is there with God now!  Prayer is my way of finding peace, and peace is more important than answers.  Prayer is my way of accepting, which is more important than understanding.  Prayer is my way of making a difference for others, which is more important for it is the reason that I was created and baptized a Catholic.  I have a mission to go out and tell the world about God and His great love.

Last week was the parish mission about Heaven.  It was tough to take but worth it.  We have been busy working on the Catie’s Wish Foundation and upcoming events.  We have been asked why we would start a foundation.  Why not just raise and direct funds to St. Jude?   The answer seems so obvious to me – because of all of you and the gifts of prayer that we have received through your prayers.  When Catie first asked if we would raise the money to “treat everyone at St. Jude on my birthday” of course I said yes.  I would have done anything for her to make her happy, to give her joy, to relieve any thoughts that she might have had about being forgotten.  After we reached our goal this past April we began to realize that all the money in the world would not find a cure for the next kid with a spinal ATRT.  This tumor is so rare.  To find a cure you do need research but you also need patients and this tumor doesn’t come around every day.  So the money that we are raising is for the children that are there and so are our prayers – time is needed for a cure – time that most of Catie’s friends didn’t have.  We met many kids at St. Jude and there are only ten who are still fighting, the rest are with Catie in heaven.  Catie’s Wish is meant to serve the children there now, to make life a bit easier on them and their parents and siblings.  It was at St. Jude that Catie first understood what it felt like to have a real need.  Catie wanted to be cured.  She wanted to come home. 

Last night we drove the kids to Cold Stone Creamery to participate in their 8th Annual Ice Cream Social.  They raise money for Make a Wish.  Through the generosity of Make a Wish we all took Catie to Lourdes to be cured and we wanted to support their efforts.  We arrived late, almost at the end of the ice cream social – darn GPS – and when we arrived the children all happily shared with the ladies that they had been on a Make a Wish trip.  As everyone was enjoying their ice cream I shared Catie’s experience with Make a Wish.  Have you heard this?  When Catie first met her Social Worker, Jennifer, she explained that Catie was eligible for a Make a Wish.  Catie said “cool, that she would like to go home.”  Jennifer smiled and explained what she meant a little better.  Catie then thought about this for two weeks.  I asked her if she wanted my help and she said no.  Then she told me that she was ready to tell Jennifer what her wish was.  Jennifer sat there opposite Catie with a huge grin on her face and Catie began “I want to have a play date with two friends.”  Tears were in our eyes as Jennifer explained that Catie needed to think bigger.  Catie timidly offered “Three friends?”  Many people offered to help Catie decide what her wish could be when she was home between radiation and chemo – but she wanted to do this on her own.

Soon after we returned to St. Jude we saw Jennifer again and Catie told her that she was ready.  Catie explained that she had a two part wish.  Jennifer patiently explained that she could have only one wish.  Catie explained that she had one wish for if she was cured and another one for if she was not cured.  So while she was ready she was not ready because the doctors were still trying to cure her.  If Catie was cured she wanted to go home and have a play house built in the backyard.  She had specifics – it was to look like a small Cracker Barrel, have a front porch for 8 rocking chairs, store on one side, restaurant on the other and kitchen in back.  Catie also wanted an upstairs so they could sleep in it and it would need electricity.  Jennifer was so excited.  She told Catie to draw her idea and start making plans.  Catie then interrupted “but if the doctors can’t make me better can you send me to Lourdes, France so that Mary can make me better?”  At this I remember holding tears back from falling and today I can still recall her voice and the manner in which she asked – God you have an amazingly faith-filled little girl with you – not that you need me to tell you.  Well in November, 10 months ago, we started making plans for Catie to be miraculously cured in the waters at Lourdes.

Catie wasn’t, but many hearts today have understanding and peace knowing with certainty that Catie is in heaven with God.  You need only to look at the pictures of Catie from our trip to Lourdes to know that she was already with God.  Her fingers constantly touching the beads of her rosary bringing her closer to knowing and understanding Jesus’ life and death as she prayed and we all prayed with her.  Today as I pray I too am seeing a transformation in my heart.  I am less aware of Catie’s absence and more aware of her presence through prayer.  Catie’s latest gift to me is teaching me that through communication with God she will always be with me. 

I will always treasure St. Jude and the work they are doing and the mission behind their work to cure cancer.  I will always treasure Make a Wish and be grateful for the wish they granted for our family.  The memories we made in Lourdes, captured in many photos, will always comfort us knowing that we trusted God and tried everything.  I will always treasure Chili’s and their commitment to St. Jude, as I will treasure our local Chili’s in Mechanicsburg for all they do each year to raise money and awareness for St. Jude.   I will always treasure each and every one of you who has prayed and sacrificed and given to us and to Catie.  I will always treasure a God who loves me so very much that He asked His own Son to come into this world to teach us how to communicate our love for one another and for God.

Please join us on Monday and eat out at Chili’s.  Here in Mechanicsburg the 2nd Annual Family Fun Night starts at 4, though meals can be eaten throughout the day in the restaurant or taken to go.  Come visit with us, we will be eating chips and salsa and we look forward to sharing time with you. 

Until then tell each person you love that you love them, visit them if you can and wrap your arms around them – don’t think they are not going anywhere so it can wait.  You may be the one who may not be around if you wait and they will be left without you in their life.

With love and gratitude,

Christine, Kevin, Maggie, Max, Mia, Molly, M.E. and always Catie

PS  Please pray for Jon, Conor, Alex, Bernie, Chris, Elizabeth, Bunny and all those who have  asked for our prayers and Catie’s intercession.  Please pray for all those who are grieving.  Please pray for all those you love.

 

Insight

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Insight:

 

The capacity to discern the true nature of a situation; penetration.

 

The act or outcome of grasping the inward or hidden nature of things or of perceiving in an intuitive manner.

 

 

Good evening Catie followers,

 

As time continues to march onward, I sometimes wonder what more there is to say.  Catie has been in heaven now for as long as she lived in Christine’s womb.  More anniversaries of events which defined last year have come and gone and the end result has shown the agony over which we approached those decisions to have been for naught.  Insight in this case provides us with the knowledge that worrying about and agonizing over decisions, even life and death decisions probably won’t matter in the end.  Sort of a fatalistic approach, but at least deserving of discussion.

 

Christine and I were blessed to be able to attend a Parish retreat at St. Theresa’s church last night and are planning to bring the kids for the second installment this evening.  The retreat master, a priest from St. Mary’s Seminary in Emmittsburg explored many interesting and salient points that hit home.  When good things are happening in your life, God is about the business of your salvation.  When bad things are happening in your life, God is about the business of your salvation.  God is the constant, He is always working for our good and for our eternity regardless of the circumstances we find ourselves in.  Father also shared 2 small prayers and I offer them to you.  “I can’t, You can, and You promised.”  And “oh well, I still have Jesus.”  Faced with life’s challenges and difficulties, accepting and acknowledging our own inability to correct the situation and calling on God who is infinite and almighty sounds like a good idea. 

 

The most interesting and insightful discussion point for me was when Father told a “hypothetical” story.  A mother had a child diagnosed with cancer and turned to God to save her daughter.  The child became sicker.  The mother prayed more fervently, attended mass, made novenas, asked others to join her in prayer.  The child became sicker.  The mother took her child on a pilgrimage and begged God to save her daughter.  The child became sicker.  Eventually, the child died of her cancer.  The mother felt the anguish of the loss and even felt as if God had forsaken her.  Eventually, the mother died and was met in heaven by Jesus and her daughter.  In the joy and rapture of heaven, the mother saw her child’s life as God had always seen it.  Had the daughter survived her cancer, she would have one day turned her back on her faith and lost her way choosing an eternity apart from God and apart from her mother.  The mother, looked at Jesus in her new understanding and He gently said to her, “you asked me to save you daughter and that is exactly what I did.”

 

It is hard to imagine that sweet, innocent, prayerful Catie was brought home to heaven to save her from an eternity in hell, but how do we know what the future held for her if she had survived.  Even with a full recovery from the cancer, the radiation and chemotherapy had potentially robbed her of cognitive ability, reproductive function, hearing, eyesight, mobility.  Who can say what the eternal effects of her continued earthly existence may have had upon her own relationship with God and the relationship of her family and friends who witnessed her struggles.  Catie’s life and death have to this point provided encouragement, faithfulness, and a wellspring of sacramental grace.  Many have been Baptized or have returned to a faith they had abandoned because of Catie’s story.  People have changed their relationships with spouses, children, parents, and friends.  The positive benefits of Catie’s life, suffering, and death are manifold.  Perhaps in a year, ten years, or even twenty this would not have been.  Only God knows.  

 

And so we continue on, with fresh insight and new ideas.  God has once again taken the difficulties we face and allowed us to see the wisdom and grace to be gained.  The crosses we bear are the keys to open the gates of heaven.  How we carry them or help others carry theirs offers the world a glimpse of heaven and a measure of our true nature and character as children of God.  I pray that the burdens you face are not taken away because those burdens may indeed be your ticket home, but that you are open to the grace and assistance that God stands ready to offer you if you but ask. 

 

May God bless you and the work of your hands,

 

Christine, Kevin, Maggie, Max, Mia, Molly, M.E. and always Catie and Gianna

 

PS – the Octoberfest event at PJ Whelihan’s will be amazing.  Please send the invite to all you know so that we can all celebrate together and honor Catie’s Wish.

 

PSS – please continue to pray for those who have asked for our prayers, the children at St. Jude, those who have returned home and are on hospice care, those who have returned home after their treatment regimens have ended, that they may enjoy full and rich lives.  For Kevin’s sister Kathy who has been diagnosed with bone cancer and for all those intentions which we hold in the silence of our hearts.

 

 

The Faith of our child

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This is the second week of school and everything is going well.  The kids are up and ready everyday.  They seem excited to be back at school with their friends, growing and learning.  Molly is equally excited about school to the point that she has asked that we leave her there for the whole day.  Perspective is an interesting thing as I have been informed that one of her classmates has asked to come home before lunch because Molly leaves at that time.  Even at five that grass can still be greener for someone other than you.  Many people have asked how we are doing and I honestly tell them that we are doing well and I believe it.

 

Is that possible?  Yes.  Do we realize what has happened?  Yes.  Do all of us wish for Catie to walk down the stairs or in the door?  No.  I know that Kevin and I do.  The kids are in a different place, at least the two little girls are.  M.E. is always chatting with Catie and telling her stories and playing with Catie as though Catie were an imaginary person.  Today, Molly had a heart to heart with me that I had to share. 

 

There is a special time everyday when Molly and I read.  I read whatever Molly wants me to read and then she reads some of Dick and Jane before she rests.  Today Molly selected The Lemonade Club by Patricia Polacco.  This book was given to the kids by Catie.  Catie read this book the very first day she and I were at St. Jude.  Patricia Polacco has become one of our favorite authors and we have read and enjoyed all of her books.  This particular book is about a fifth grader who has cancer (leukemia) and the special bond that this child has with her friend and teacher.  I told Molly that I didn't think I was ready to  read the story.  Molly assured me that I would be OK because the story has a great ending.  "It is not like Catie, Mom."  (As though that alone would make it OK.)  I began to read the book.  Molly sat next to me with great excitement.  As I read the part in the story when the teacher shares with her class the fact that one of the students has cancer I was barely audible.  Molly continued to encourage me.  I continued to try to read and yet at this point in the book when the child is better and is returning to the class and being congratulated by the class I am just sobbing.  (The unasked and unanswered why is right there in the front of my mind.  All the peace and comfort that I have felt over the past week is gone and even as I am typing the tears continue to stream down my cheeks.)  Molly looks at me and continues to tell me that the story is fine.  "Turn to the last page and read the great ending," she pleads with a great smile on her face.  "Molly don't you miss Catie?" I ask.  "No!" Molly answers.  "Why would I miss her?  Don’t you know that God wanted her to be in heaven with Him?" Molly asks me.  "Molly," I ask, "why did God want Catie to be in heaven?"  Her answer astounded me.  "Mom, God knew how much Catie was struggling because of her tumor and He knew He could stop it in heaven," Molly confidently answered.  My eyes close at the simple trusting faith that Molly has and I begin to shake with tears.  Molly grabs me and is hugging me so tightly it almost hurts.  Molly is trying everything to comfort me, as she cannot understand why I am sad.  Her eyes are looking into my tear filled eyes with question.  "Molly, I miss Catie.  There is a space in my heart that loves her and it is empty and it hurts,"  I tell her.  "It is OK Mom.  You can love me more," Molly answers. 

 

Somehow we move from that moment and now she is resting in her bed.  I carried her there - it was her suggestion of how I could love her more.  I wanted to ask Molly if she remembers adding M.E. to our family - when you add another child you find a love you didn't know was missing.  Molly has no memories of adding anyone to her family at this point and thankfully because of her faith she has no memories of taking someone to love away.  Molly simply continues to love Catie and understands that Catie is in heaven where one day we will all be.  At five one day could mean a Saturday when today is Thursday, or it could mean Christmas in September, or it could mean one unknown day in the future when we are all called home to heaven.

 

Years ago Kevin described my emotions as a summer storm.  Wild and varied and you want to be prepared for them but once they pass they leave behind in their wake a freshness or a newness like the vivid green of the grass after a summer storm.  All I could think while I was crying and trying to explain my sorrow to Molly was how thrilled I was for her that she was not sad and what a blessing her faith is to me.  Molly's comments are also like a summer storm - like a hurricane - you need to batten down the hatches.  Some of Molly's comments are pretty hard to take regardless of the honesty and innocence that is behind them.  When you look into her eyes you know that she is sharing what is real in her life and that her openness is a treasure; Molly is another treasure herself!

 

May all families understand the treasure of each member and celebrate the love they have for each other through their actions and prayers.

 

Peace be with you all,

 

Christine, Kevin, Maggie, Max, Mia, Molly, M.E. and always, Catie  

 

 

 

 

P.S. Please pray for a special intention for a dear friend, for Samantha Sheridan, and for all fighting against cancer and other illnesses - especially Catie's friends at St. Jude.  As we are now in the month of September, we in Catie's family would like to remind everyone that it is National Childhood Cancer Awareness Month.  Many of you may not be aware that Chili's is the restaurant that helped St. Jude build the facility where Catie received most of her treatment.  Now through September 30th, Chili’s® Grill & Bar restaurants around the country will observe this month and their mission to support St. Jude by inviting guests to join them during the sixth annual Create-A-Pepper to Fight Childhood Cancer campaign. You can help by eating there and most importantly by eating there or by taking your meal to go on September 28th.  And when you eat at Chili's on September 28, 100 percent of profits from participating restaurant sales will be donated to St. Jude.

 


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