The 2014 Calendar

The 2014 Calendar

In October 2013 when Leah and I were packing to leave Bristol, one of the families that we had become close to gifted us a 2014 calendar containing beautiful colour pictures of Bristol. During our fourteen weeks there, I had fallen in love with Bristol – well, as much of it as I had seen anyway. I really appreciated this thoughtful gift, as well as their friendship.

Bristol Calendar

A place of honour was found on the walls of our new home for this picturesque calendar. However, January 2014, the first month in that calendar, sadly brought with it the death of our beautiful daughter Leah.

Leah in a hat 2012

We never discovered what beautiful scenes of Bristol were displayed alongside the other months, because to this day that calendar remains open on January 2014, still hanging on our wall, frozen in time.

January 2014

To my knowledge this was not a conscious decision on anybody’s part, nor do I recall us ever discussing this as a family. It just is. Other calendars get turned over monthly and removed at the end of the year. When the time is right this calendar will come down too, just not yet.

Next month I will fly to Bristol with the one who hasn’t returned there since donating his bone marrow in the hope of saving his sister’s life.

Leahs study area
Leah’s study area

We are going there for the University  Open Day as he has expressed an interest in studying there next year. I’m quite familiar with the university quarter of Bristol: Sam’s House where Leah and I stayed when she wasn’t in hospital is adjacent to some of the university buildings. While Leah was busy studying for her GCSE’s at the study area that she had set up in our bedroom, I used to occupy myself with going for walks around the local area.

Although my children are grieving, their lives are going on and moving forward and that is just how it should be. Leah would never have wanted it any other way. Our eldest moved to live and work in England last week. We miss her but I’m just so proud of her. The day that she left N. Ireland I received lots of supportive messages from friends, which I really appreciated. One of the most encouraging messages that I received was this one:

Well done that, in spite of all your family have been through, you have raised a girl with an adventurous, independent spirit which you are nurturing. There will always be a part of her that will never leave home. Bon voyage.


Operation Beautiful~One Note At A Time

Operation Beautiful~One Note At A Time

Tomorrow I’m leading Children’s Church – something I seldom volunteer for since Leah died. This morning I was scouring the house for our  Veggietales  DVD collection to use one of them in Children’s Church, when it occurred to me that some of them might be in Leah’s bedroom. As I was searching through Leah’s possessions, I found myself lingering, reminiscing, and grieving.

Sometimes people ask me whether it gets easier as time goes on? I’m not sure if the pain of child loss ever gets any less. What has changed as time goes on is my ability to deal with the pain. I’m gradually learning some coping strategies that enable me to live with the pain of child loss, so that I can, by God’s grace, live a relatively normal life most of the time.


There are some of Leah’s belongings that I haven’t looked through at all since she died. Today, while going through a few of those, I came across a booklet that she had received at  Girl’s Brigade called ‘Spiritual Sparkles‘.

Spiritual Sparkles.jpg

I know that being a part of Girl’s Brigade was really important to Leah and that she would probably have read this booklet from cover to cover. I found myself glancing through it as I thought about my daughter. My attention was suddenly gripped by this page:

Secret Post-iter.jpg

The ‘secret post-iter‘! That’s where she got the idea from! Leah was well known for writing encouraging notes on post-its and leaving them for others to read. In March 2013 Leah introduced this concept at the LOST outreach weekend for young people in Limavady.

Before we left Sam’s House in Bristol in October 2013, I was dispatched to the shops to buy her a packet of post-it notes. Afterwards one of our friends posted this on Facebook:

Sams House Post It (1)

After Leah died our eldest daughter Rachel showed me this post-it that Leah had stuck on her bedroom mirror:

Rachel's Post It

Leah also had lots of post-its stuck up around her own bedroom to encourage her as she recovered from her bone marrow transplant and battled GvHD (graft vs host disease). She struggled with the very unpleasant side-effects of high dose steroid therapy and chemotherapy hair loss and she needed all the encouragement she could find:

I Peter 3 v 3

I miss Leah’s little notes; every time I do a clear out I find some little card or note of encouragement that I received from her over the years. I cry for what I have lost, I thank God for what I have had and I carefully place each note or card in a Memory Box.

I think the idea behind Operation Beautiful  is really worthwhile. Their website explains their purpose:

The mission of Operation Beautiful is to post anonymous notes in public places for other people to find. The point is that WE ARE ALL BEAUTIFUL. You are enough… just the way you are!

I know that Leah was very concerned about the many negative messages that young people are getting and the effect that this is having on their self image and their self esteem. I can see why this simple concept would have really appealed to her. I think that it’s a lovely idea.

Alexandra – A Very Beautiful Girl

Alexandra – A Very Beautiful Girl

When Leah was on the lovely purpose built Adolescent Ward in Bristol, she was in isolation and could only avail of the excellent recreational facilities whenever none of the other patients were using them.

Adolescent Ward,  Bristol children's Hospital
Adolescent Ward,
Bristol children’s Hospital

However some of the other young patients were well enough to be “out and about” and they clearly enjoyed a break from the confines of their room.

I also liked to ‘escape’ periodically from our lovely little room. I used to get an opportunity to do this when Leah was watching television. Leah liked the fact that I would bring back the ‘ward news’ and thereby give us something different to talk about.

Some of these young patients were bored and only too glad of an adult to interact with. Others were more shy. One of those whom I regularly saw, pushing her IV pole around the ward, was Alex Lacey. I used to smile at her and she would smile shyly back.

The adolescent ward catered for teenagers with any kind of medical condition, but Alex’s chemotherapy baldness, indicated to me that she was there for similar reasons to Leah.

Then, in October 2013, Leah and Alex were both discharged to Sam’s House, the Clic Sargent Hostel. Leah and Alex met and chatted. Leah said to me afterwards: “Mummy, I wish that I had met Alex at the start of my time here, not the end, she’s so lovely.”

I wished that they had met sooner too, Leah had longed so much for company of her own age. I could see that she and Alex had immediately ‘clicked’ and were clearly very compatible.

I met Alex’s lovely Mum and we hugged – relationships tend to be ‘fast-tracked’ in these ‘life and death’ situations. The Lacey’s were getting ready to celebrate Christmas (yes, in October), as Alex would shortly be going for a bone marrow transplant and was not expected to be home in time for Christmas.

Leah and Alex exchanged contact details and promised to keep in touch.

Shortly after we returned home to Ireland, Leah and I were absolutely heartbroken, when Alex messaged Leah to say that there would be no bone marrow transplant – Alex’s lymphoma was incurable.

I really struggled to get my head around this.

As I subsequently encountered so many ‘firsts’ without my darling daughter, I thought of Alex’s parents – they were potentially having their ‘lasts’ with their darling, only, daughter.

My first Christmas without Leah, was their last Christmas with their daughter. I tried to imagine what that must feel like, but I couldn’t, not really.

Can we really and truly understand what anyone goes through, unless we have gone through it ourselves?

This morning Alex’s Mum posted the saddest message on her Facebook page – the kind of post that no parent ever wants to have to compose:

Our beautiful, precious daughter Alexandra has flown away to join the Angels. She passed away peacefully yesterday at home with David and myself by her side. Our hearts are forever broken. Xxx”


Please pray for all who mourn.

A few months back Alex recorded this very touching video in which she speaks so candidly about her illness, but without a trace of self-pity. I’ve watched it several times, but I have never been able to watch it without crying.

Alex’s lovely, gentle, sweet nature is so very evident.



I recently received a lovely encouraging message regarding my blog, from a mum whose son is in remission from his cancer treatment. She told me that although she feels blessed that her son is doing so well, she feels broken from her experience.

The brokenness – oh how I remember this brokenness that she’s talking about.

Although Leah was terribly homesick and desperate to get home, there was a part of me that wanted to stay in Bristol forever.

After spending 14 weeks immersed in the world of childhood cancer, I felt forever changed by what had happened. I felt like I didn’t know how to return to the outside world, or how to relate to those who hadn’t experienced our journey – Sam’s House just seemed a comfortable place to be, where no explanations were ever needed.

The medical expertise to understand and treat Leah’s rare condition lay in Bristol Children’s Hospital. I somehow imagined that if I could keep Leah there forever, then maybe we could beat this disease and all the nasty side effects of treatment. We had formed such close trusting relationships with the staff looking after us.

However the deaths of other children/young people who were in the transplant unit along with Leah, had a devastating affect on me.

I was also distressed about the children and young people dear to us who were still very ill in hospital, or who had just received bad news regarding their prognosis.

I returned from Bristol a broken person.

I felt like we were soldiers returning from the war, unable to celebrate our survival, because of the loss of much loved comrades who had fallen in the trenches.

I worried that people just expected me to be happy and grateful, because Leah had come through her bone marrow transplant and we were home at last.

I did feel thankful, I was very glad that Leah and I were home, but I also felt broken.

I had learned the horrible truth that calpol didn’t actually fix everything.

Nor could I ever again look at bruising on one of my children, without thoughts of leukaemia crossing my mind.

I could no longer treat illness in one of my children with casual nonchalance and tell myself “Ah sure, they’ll be grand.”

I was living in a state of high alert, with an overnight bag for Leah and I packed and ready at all times. If I heard her up to the toilet during the night I became anxious – her health was so fragile. I knew that if she spiked a high temperature, we had approximately one hour to get her to the hospital and on intravenous antibiotics.

I felt absolutely exhausted and totally lacking in energy.

I had no idea how to explain to people how I felt, or how to start rebuilding my life and my sanity.

On the 12th December 2013 I wrote in my journal “There are many days when I experience intense emotional pain. I want to be a walking example of the ‘joy of the Lord’ but I’m haunted by images of sick children.”

Then I wrote out a quote by Jerry Sittser that I had read the night before, that had resonated with me:

I did not go through pain and come out the other side; instead, I lived in it and found within that pain the grace to survive and eventually grow.” ~ A Grace Disguised.


Farewell Jack ❤️

Farewell Jack ❤️


One of the things that I loved about our Bristol experience was the peer support.

Although Leah was only 15, she was cared for in adult services here in Ireland. Usually when she attended appointments here, the other patients we met were older than me.

In Bristol, Leah was cared for in paediatric services that catered for young people up to the age of 18. We also spent a lot of our time in the Clic Sargent Hostel, Sam’s House, that accommodated seventeen families and young people up to the age of 24.


That’s where we met Jack Jordan. There were three young adult men, all with a blood cancer, all staying in Sam’s House and attending the Oncology/Haematology Unit at the Bristol Royal Infirmary – the three musketeers.

This was a different unit to where Leah received her treatment, but back in Sam’s House in the evening, I would hear them laughing and joking about their latest escapades.

Matt, Pete and Jack
Matt, Pete and Jack

Jack was the quietest of the three, but he enjoyed their companionship.

Leah used to worry about Jack because he was so quiet. Jack was so pleasant and well mannered, as were all three of the young men.

I have a lovely memory of Jack and his Nan having tea with Leah and me one evening in Sam’s House. Leah and I were so far from home and family that our friends in Sam’s House became our temporary family.

After Jack relapsed in December 2014, we started talking via Messenger. He said he could remember us trying to feed him pizzas and take-aways at Sam’s House. That made me laugh – that would have been Leah and me alright!

Then he said the most beautiful things regarding my daughter: “Leah was always nice to me and had a great smile! Made me feel welcome and a friend.”

What beautiful words for a young man who was ill, to say regarding another young person who had also been battling a life threatening illness. Jack’s words really blessed me – letting me know that my daughter’s kindness had touched his heart.

I know how much Leah had cared about each and every child and young person that she met during her illness and how each and every one was faithfully prayed for by name each day. This is an excerpt from her prayer diary:


Earlier this year, Jack was expecting to be going for a life-saving transplant and we continued to talk via messenger.

He’s such a gentleman, he invariably replied to my messages with something like
Thank you for all of your prayers and kind words Vicky you have really helped me a lot

I had left Bristol before Jack and Laura got together, but he told me how happy him and Laura were and how much he loved her:
Laura is amazing I love her and am so happy we are engaged ❤️”

Then, on the 14th April, Jack sent me the saddest message of all:
Hello Vicky. I just wanted to tell you my cancer has come back and there is nothing they can do for me now. I’m getting married on Thursday 😊 I just wanted to say thank you for all your care, support and love you’ve shown me x

Despite the sadness, I was so excited that Jack and Laura were getting married. I would have absolutely loved to have been there. I poured over every wedding photograph, along with members of my family.

16th April 2015

Then, on Monday 20th April, I received my last message from Jack: “I’m just tired all over vicky ❤️”

I knew what that meant, I could read between the lines.

Today, Jack’s wife Laura, her little girl Lily, his family and his friends, said farewell to somebody very dear, somebody whose passing will leave a gaping hole in the lives of those who were closest to him.

Even though I’m a nurse and at the time of Leah’s diagnosis, I was sharing an office with the Community Children’s Nursing team who look after children and young people with a cancer diagnosis, I had somehow thought that nowadays cancer in children/young people was almost 100% curable.

Well I certainly got that wrong – very wrong.

Yes, thankfully, very many children and young people do survive, but the treatment journey can be long and gruelling. Some are taken by the illness, while others, like our daughter, are taken by the side effects of their treatment.

Those of us who are left behind then begin a different journey – the painful road of loss, of grief and of mourning.

At first, those closest to the loved one, may have the edge taken off the intensity of their loss, by the numbing effects of busyness and exhaustion.

However, as days become weeks and weeks become months, the harsh reality sets in.

We have loved and we have lost.

Those who have loved much will grieve much, indeed grief is the price we pay for love.

Those of you who are parents of young children will no doubt be familiar with the popular story We’re Going on a Bear Hunt by Michael Rosen.


There are two lines in this story which, in my opinion, describe the process of grief very accurately:

Can’t go around it
Gotta go right thru it “

No matter how painful grief is, unfortunately there’s no way round it, we’ve got to go through it.

The best we can hope for, is friends and family who will journey with us and a God who cares.


The Little Christmas Tree

The Little Christmas Tree

For those of you who are wondering – yes we have put up a Christmas tree and decorations this year. When I say ‘we’, I mean the kids – they did it all.


The crib figures are older than me – they were passed down to me from my parents. When I was growing up, the baby Jesus NEVER went in until midnight on Christmas Eve. I remember as a child, the manger lying empty the days leading up to Christmas, then getting up on Christmas morning and finding Jesus lying in the manger.

In pride of place on our mantelpiece is this beautiful Christmas Tree, hand made by a very dear friend called Esther Scobie.


Esther went to our church. She and I also attended a Precepts Bible Study group together. I used to love the Precepts Bible Studies but I gave up in February 2013 when I was becoming increasingly stressed about Leah’s blood results. There’s considerable homework with the Precepts Bible Studies and I no longer had the concentration or attention span to do it justice.

Esther’s contributions used to be amazing in our Bible study meetings. Everything she said was so relevant and meaningful. I shared a lot of personal stuff  with Esther too, she always seemed so understanding.

Esther never lost the traditional art of letter writing. Over the years I received many cards from Esther, each containing welcome words of encouragement.

During Leah’s illness and especially during our time in Bristol, Esther was one of many dear friends who faithfully sent us cards and letters. Leah and I were the envy of the other residents of Sam’s House in Bristol, because the majority of the daily post used to be for us.


Esther’s cards were often accompanied by gifts as well. Her kindness and that of so many others, made our journey a little bit easier. Here is one of Esther’s lovely cards that we received.


Sadly, in April 2014 Esther went to be with the Lord, after going into hospital for a surgical procedure. So many of us mourn her loss, along with her heartbroken family.

A.A. Milne wrote in Winnie the Pooh,

“How lucky am I to have something that makes saying goodbye so hard.

Thank you Lord, for a friendship so dear that loosing it is so hard.

Esther is not the only dear friend whom we have said goodbye to since Leah died, sometimes it’s hard to even process it all.

I’m so glad for the beautiful handmade little Christmas Tree that adorns our mantelpiece and reminds us of what a blessing Esther was in our lives.

I thank God for the many friends with whom He has blessed us on this journey – we couldn’t do this on our own.


The Birthday Cake

The Birthday Cake

Miriam, my youngest, will be 11 tomorrow.

She pleaded with me all week to bake her a rectangular sponge cake, cover it in chocolate butter icing and cut it into 25 pieces for her to share with her friends in school today.

I tried to negotiate various alternatives to this but she wouldn’t budge.

In recent years Leah did most of the baking in this house.

This very week last year, she and I were busy at Sam’s House in Bristol baking farewell gifts for the staff in Oncology Day Beds. For Leah’s Fifteens recipe click here.

On Friday 25th October ’13 we went to the hospital laden with home made sweetie goodies, for Leah’s last ever visit to Bristol Children’s Hospital.


Once Leah died, the baking cupboard became like a no-go area for me – it was just too painful.

It is so, so difficult for the remaining children when their sibling dies.

They have to deal with their own grief and loss, as well as the effect that this is having on their parents and on the entire family unit.

Nothing is normal any more.

Miriam’s teacher told me the sweetest thing recently.

The pupils were asked to do a written piece about their ‘hero‘.

All the other pupils wrote about famous people like pop stars and film stars.

Miriam wrote about Leah and said that she is her hero, for the amazing way in which she had dealt with her illness.

Thinking about this makes me cry, but it also blesses my heart so much to know that Miriam is proud of Leah.

I feel so proud of both of them.

Miriam has always been absolutely adored by her two older sisters.

Leah playing horsey with Miriam.
Rachel and Miriam in 2013

Although it took me most of yesterday, in fits and starts, I’m really pleased to say that a very happy young girl is away to school today with homemade birthday cake for all her friends.


Tonight Miriam will have two friends over for her birthday sleepover.

This evening I’m taking them to a “pool disco” for their age group at our local Leisure Centre.

Miriam’s Auntie A. made her a gorgeous birthday cake for us to have here at the house.