June 29 1992 - February 16 2009

Welcome to the Journey of a Butterfly

Welcome to Ashleys Journey,

We invite you to follow along one family's journey through grief and loss, one brave young girl's journey through faith and inspiration, this is not a blog to convert anyone , nor is it a blog about fundraising , it is what i hope will reach another family on a similar journey, we are not experts , i could not give you a magic remedy for how one gets through disease and devestation but it is our story , sometimes gut wrenching other time heartwarming and all of the time, i guarantee, very real. We are not perfect, we struggle daily and i think that the more we connect to one another the more we understand what this journey through life is all about . Sometimes that path is bumpy and we fall down, sometimes we sit and stop a while,or take a step back and other times we pound our fists on the pavement like a lunatic , still other times we find ourselves picking eachother up dusting eachother off and walking alongside them even if only for short time. This blog is dedicated to Ashley , her sisters and every single angel that picked us up along this road.
This is an introduction to the beginning and middle part of our journey the specific blogs are more indepth , the end...well there will never be an end to this journey i've come to realize that , not on this earth, for now we just assimilate it into our life like a hole , a missing limb, a continous ache that you just learn to live with.
When Ashley was about 12 years old she asked if she could go to youth group at a local church , i didn't have any church upbringing but know i craved it throughout my life , this was a rare opportunity and i recognized that if i didn't embrace it now she may lose her interst in it very quickly and beocme a jaded, cynical, stubborn person like her mom. My husband grew up in a very religious (shove it down your throat) kinda religion( i wont mention any names)or maybe it was the way he was raised ? Anyways i encouraged her to go because the community we had moved to embraced this kinda thing so i thought why not? Naturally and shortly after she started attending she was soon encouraging us to go , she had made quite a leadership name for herself there , pionner leader , sunday school helper etc, i was comfortable for the first time in my life going to a church, maybe it was the first word that greeted you as you walked in..."belong" maybe it was because they embraced community and outreach service in our city , dont know, but soon found it very therapeutic, cheaper than a shrink, and our other 3 girls jumped on board pretty quickly, my husband well... a work in progress , he communes with God in a fishing boat he says , although makes many efforts to go even if just for good way to start the week, i was still cynical , felt i wasnt holy enough but went anyways.
Ashley was scheduled to sing a solo in the church choir Dec 16 2007 , i was scared for her, i was sure she got her singing skills from me which was nil at best. She sang beautifully and you couldnt tell she had been complaining of cramps , something i chalked up to girls stuff/growing pains for a couple weeks off and on, she was an active healthy girl. When the performnce was done we got our christmas tree and i took her to the clinic to have it checked out before Christmas , they sent us to our local hosptial for tests , i was worried it was appendix. Darcy, my husband left the hosptial to go pick up our other 3 girls from friends houses , i caught the doctor in the ahallways and asked if the ulstrasound pictures were back, i remember having eye contact with Ashley only feet away from me but far enough away for her not to hear the doctor to so impassionaltely say "its not appendix, it looks like cancer", i have to stop as i write this because it is still one of the 2 biggest shocks in my entire life, i think i ran down the hallways screaming with no sound coming from my throat and not knowing where i was running . I phoned Darcy and words didnt come out of my mouth. Before I knew it we were at out local Childrens Hospital(100km away) meeting oncologiosts , being give an "oncology team" which consisted of a primary nurse, a social worker, a main oncologist and a shrink....wait a minute ...what is an oncologist? yep, a cancer doctor, this was the real thing . we waited 4 days to find out what type we were dealing with ... it was curable 90 % even though she was stage 4 , how the hell can my kid have stage 4 cancer and only a few cramps , it was mind bending. We were thrown stright into a world so foriegn to us , everything stopped ..jobs ..PAC meetings ,carppoling and yes even some friends who"couldn't handle it" it was no longer our own beds , our own home, our own anything. Treatments and life became unbearable , the 90% cure rate was not looking good at any stage throughout our journey , it seemd to be always full of negative news to the point where i couldnt stand the face of her oncologist , it nearly made me want to vomit everytime i saw him...The words they briefed us on as we began this mind altering path was " one of you will grieve through this process and no matter the out come the other will grieve after " they couldn't have been more right.......Ashley insisted on going to church on Christmas eve, two nights before she was to start chemo at the end of the service our pastor came to pray with us , i didn't know many people in the church , but wow did they know Ashley, when we rose our heads from bowing in prayer the whole congregation was surrounding us , i knew at that moment who i was going to need to get me through this ...would he be willing to listen to me...

Monday, May 17, 2010


Life Lately with The LoweysShare
Wednesday, April 16, 2008 at 10:02am | Edit Note | Delete
Hello Family and Friends,
Well I thought maybe we'd join the 21st century and and bring our world closer to yours and try our best to keep everyone informed on the latest information on our everchanging journey.
On Dec.16 a typical Christmas rush kinda day, getting our Christmas tree etc. we took Ashley into clinic to have a pain in her side checked which we had chalked up to "growing pains" for a couple of days. Thanks to a dilligent Dr at the clinic we were told to go to MSA. Ashley was fearful of going because she didn't want to get a needle.(how surreal that moment has become) Within a couple of hours we were blindsided with the probability that Ashley likely had cancer. If you have ever felt the stability under your feet completely removed , a feeling of nothing holding your body up, and a primitive sound within your soul emitting from some part of your body then perhaps you can relate. We were taken to Childrens Hospital the next day by ambulance, a reference of time i do not recall. We were introduced to the main oncologists and the medical team within hours(previously i had not known the meaning of oncolgy)I remember asking "how long do you think we'll be here?" clinging to the hope that it was just a mistake or mix up. We had to wait four days to find out whether she had a cureable type cancer...or not. Our memory of that time was in flashcard mode. "Surgery" "Oncology" "Chemotherapy" "transfusion".We were wisked into several parts of the hospital for various procedures and "parent meetings" at 5:00 daily where the news was always a mix of shock, little comfort and faint hope. Ashley was diagnosed Dec. 20 with germ cell tumor(rare cancer, less 3%)...mostly curable but requiring aggressive chemo, because it was stage 4. Her AFP which is the tumor marker read 42,000 a normal body 's AFP is 11. Ashley took the news with strength and grace and a fight just as our other amazing kids Christy Stefanny and Brittanny did. Darcy was strong and looked at the doctors when i couldn't bear their medical looking faces. Ashley was allowed to go home for a couple of days for Christmas which was bittersweet and not celebrated with the same traditon or importance on the trivial. I knew at this time that nothing would be the same ,our time, our thoughts ,our actions, our perspective had changed in a milli-second.Telling our family and friends was difficult ,rightly so, they had questions which we just couldn't answer.Childhood cancer is random and not lifestyle realted there was no rhyme or reason.we wondered how? why? when?too.
We began to get an outpouring of love support and prayers once the news was out. My sister became our task master and family spokesman. Others came forward with gifts and food( freezers fulll of yummy food) and and cards and fundraising, prayer emails and chains, gift cards , gas cards, coffee cards,great support from our employers, technical support.laptop,wine and hospital visits, comfort , penny drives, penny rolling.beautiful blankets,and thoughtful necklaces and pins,books and quotes, hugs, errand running, transporting our children, offering support and outtings to Christy stefanny and BRittanny. Ashley was back in the hospital beginning chemo Dec.27 i left my job, darcy modified his work schedule (thanks to his generous employers)so that we could take turns being with Ashley and our other patient helpful children.A new normal was arising, Chemo hit Ashley like a tsunami and my new definition for helpless is watching your child violently ill and realizing that the normal measures of comfort we usually offer our children are rendered completly useless.New Years was spent with Darcy and Ashley celebrating together in the hospital and the rest of us celebrating Christy's new years eve13th bday with a party to maintain some normalacy. We have gone through 5 rounds of chemo and two uexpected long hospital stays(including Easter) due to serious infection. We were hoping Ashley would be eligble for surgery but she is not which requires more and different chemo as the last chemo was begining to seriously effect her hearing.
We are perparing now for a bone marrow transplant(her own cells) and an unknown amount of more chemo.Her AFP is now at 760. Yes our life has changed dramatically in many ways, we had to say goodbye to our dog Charlie, (we just couldn't spend the time we needed with him , so again Darcy's employers stepped up and brought Charlie into their disneyland for dogs.)we have made the hospital our second home,Ashley is tutored at home and at the hospital and voice conferences one of her classes. We have had to rely on many people which i am truly truly grateful for, we have seen the kindness of strangers, one little boy we have never met(Austin) raised 180.00 in his school for Ashley to get a wig. We have witnessed the amazing expertice of the medical team at Childrens as well as the patience and compassion of the nurses, they just know exactly how to be with parents and children even when parents are not "coping well". There is a special place in heaven for these people. We have been blessed with the previously mentioned and look around and see that there is always someone who has it tougher than us, there are families who have had to camp out becuase they live too far to drive being separated from one another, we are lucky to have such a great medical plan i have seen others spending hundreds on the same medicine as Ashleys where ours is covered.We are thankful for a decent vehilce to drive back and forth, we have had to travel in bad weather several times but have always felt lifted to and fro.We have angles around us all the time, in one form or another. we have eachother and our time is so much more precious. Somedays our life seems so normal and i actually shock myself again remebering that yes we have cancer. we are finding ways of coping by meeting other parents on the ward , educating ourselves , talking, reading ,praying and becoming involved in the perks of this (lack of a better word) teen groups, support groups and recenlty an upcoming fundraiser which we would like to tell you about. April 26 Stefanny and Darcy will shave their heads at a balding for dollars fundraiser at BCCH ,balding for dollars is an organization which supports the oncology dept. patients and their families. Stefanny is accepting pledges in person and online.baldingfordollars.com click on sponsor a shavee enter stefanny lowey and follow the donation prompts. Again we thank all of you for everything i just can't begin to tell you how much it has meant to us, we are forever grateful, although cliche it really shows you who your friends are. We will keep you posted as time goes on. Right now we are trying to live in the moment and we don't overplan anything(very difficult for a control freak) realizing what is in our control and what is not.This along with patience and faith (still learning the meaning of that) are the lessons thus far .Drop us a line.if we can't get back to you right away please forgive us Much love and peace. The Lowey Family

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