Ideas of perfection

The perfect family. How many times have I heard this comment from random strangers since Goose passed? More than I can stand, and yet each time I am so dumbfounded and screaming in my head NO!, but all I can manage is a polite smile and a nod. I realize these are in fact complete strangers. People who have no idea of the hell we have endured. They just see mom, dad, 2 sons and 2 daughters. Perfection apparently. Fifteen years ago when I would dream of life as Mrs. Andrew Bradford, I thought we would have four kids- 2 girls, 2 boys. But in May of 2011, Lucy "surprised" us all. And I can painfully admit, that I took it hard the first day or two. My vision of perfection was gone, and instead I found myself to soon be the mother of three girls and a son. From the moment she entered our world though, I couldn't imagine life without my Goosey girl. And now, just barely three years later, I am forced to. I am the mother of FIVE children. My perfection was 5. Not 4. My HELL is now being the mother of only 4 living children. 

The healthiest photo we have as a family of 7.

To my Goosey's medical team

I received a call yesterday from the office of one of Goose's infectious disease doctors and their message from the doctor brought me to tears. Tears of joy, gratitude, love. Those tears have been rare, but it was a welcome relief. It caused me to pause and really think about Goose's team, and as many know, she had quite a large and diverse one! All of my anger has all been directed at God and for a specific reason. I wholeheartedly believe her doctors, every last one of them, did everything they could. I don't doubt that. Ever. Maybe every parent feels like this going through what we did, but I felt like she was special. Not just to us, but to them too. She wasn't just her room number or her patient ID, she was Lucy. And my gratitude to these doctors will remain steadfast. Dr. Williams, Dr. Goyal, Dr. Cheah, Dr. Molitor, Dr. Smith, Dr. Egan, Dr. McBride, Dr. Campos, Dr. Young and so many more- Thank you.

Feels like a lifetime ago, but still one of the most touching photos I have from this summer.

44 days

"How many days has Lucy been in the hospital?" Zoee asked the other day. And as I added up the days the emotions rolled in. 

She fought for 158 days.

She only got to spend 44 days at home.

So for 114 of those days she was in the hospital.

44 days.

I have now been home, Goose-less, for longer than she got to be in the comfort of her home the entire time she was sick.

There is nothing right about that. Why was her journey so hard? Why didn't she get to just "do her time" and then live her life?

And yet I would give anything for 44 more days with her. Or a week. Another 24 hours. Just the ability to say all the things I wish I had, to let her know everything was going to be ok. That I am here with her, and I am so sorry that I can't save her, that I love her and am so proud of the battle she fought. Just a few more hours. Anything.

Goose, you are the bravest little girl I have ever known. Momma loves you more than words could ever say. We are doing okay, but we miss you so much. I love you, Sunshine.

From one of her 44 days.

Just another day

I am continuing to struggle with this holiday season. In past years Christmas was my "thing". It is the only holiday that I decorate for, I listen to the music pretty close to year-round, and I LOVE to shop. The only thing I can manage to do this year is shop. It really is therapy for the most part. Just being out and focusing on what will make the other kids and family happy helps. Until I walk through the toddler girl section and see all the beautiful dresses that Goose would have loved, all the fun leggings, Princess Sofia and Doc shirts. I have to actively avoid facing the side of the aisle that hold all those toys that she loved. I don't want to celebrate. What is there to celebrate? Sure, I will shower the kids with gifts, all this shopping has to produce something after all. But what joy is there. This is, in fact, not the most wonderful time of the year. I'm not merry. I'm not happy. I have no joy. No peace. I hope the kids can forgive me for this year, and any future years, but our house will be the Scrooge on the block. The Christmas spirit quite simply isn't arriving here.

thanks-withheld 2014

Five weeks and one day ago the trajectory we were on, I would have been filled with gratitude and singing my praises loud and clear. We were going to have a non-immunocompromised Thanksgiving, that was the "plan". Christmas- ha!- but we would have Thanksgiving at least!  Five weeks ago from this moment? I can't. Am I any less grateful for those moments now? No. Well, maybe. I don't know to be honest. Do I not appreciate my family, my children, my "health"? Of course not. But I can't bring myself to post ridiculous and sappy, meaningless posts because honestly I don't feel grateful. I'm not filled with thanksgiving for all that I have. I'm filled with anger over what I don't have. What was taken from me. What was done to her.
I made it through today. I woke up, I hosted, I managed to shut my brain off.  And I am so conflicted on my ability to do that. It doesn't feel right. It feels irreverent. But now, completely alone, I feel the door creeping open and it's just me and our memories.
I made it another day, Goosey. I'm doing ok. I think. I hope. I'm so sorry,  princess. Momma loves you so much. Sweet dreams, baby girl.

One month

One month. 

For one month I have been the mother of a child no longer here on Earth.

For one month my soul has wanted nothing to do with this world while my physical body has been forced to keep going every day for the four children I have living. 

For one month I have questioned the idea of faith. Questioned the idea of God. Who does this to an innocent child? Who forces a child to fight for months and then steals her in the night?

For one month I have had to pull myself out of the daily whirlpool of what-ifs. Reminding myself that there is literally nothing I can do to save my baby now.

For one month I have been tortured by headlines of other lost children and how their last days were filled with "one mores" because my baby didn't have that. We didn't get that.

For one month I have been so grateful for Goose's love of the camera and my love of documenting her. While she is no longer here with me, I fill the void with playback of all the moments I had with her. Most good, some painful, and every one of them tear-inducing.

For one month. 30 days. 714 hours. My child has been gone.

The last photo I have of Goose before she was intubated.

A {tasty} fundraising event

Some dear friends of ours are hosting a fundraising event at the kiddos' school. They are beyond excited that there is something at THEIR school for their little sister. Please join us if you are able. 

Monday, November 17, 2014 from 5:30-8:30 PM
American Leadership Academy- Mesa Campus
4507 S. Mountain Road
Mesa, AZ 85212

Happy birthday, Goose!

Today would have been Goose's third birthday. Ironically, I woke up at the exact moment of her birth, 6:35. We celebrated with close friends and family this evening and began a (hopeful) tradition of sending off lanterns. {By the way, so NOT how it is portrayed in Tangled!}

My mind has been over-producing on ways in the coming years that we would like to celebrate Goose's birthday while paying it forward to the other oncology patients at Phoenix Children's. Thankfully, I have a year to rein the ideas in and come up with a plan.

I also plan to use this space to just write down my thoughts as I navigate this new path our lives have taken. For now I will close with a couple of photos taken by Flashes of Hope in August.

Such a little stinker! 

Goose's service

Friends, family, all those who our Goose has touched: Her service is planned for Sunday, November 2 at 4:30 PM at Harvest Community Church (3065 S Ellsworth Rd, Mesa, AZ 85212) We want to celebrate what a unique, spunky, just all around joy that she was throughout every day of her short life. We know that the love for her stretches far beyond our reach, so please feel free to share this information. It is open for any and all to attend. ♡

And in an instant, everything changed.

Today our sweet baby girl was thrust into the battle that would cost her the war.

Our little Goose spread her wings and flew away home this afternoon.

Lucy Selah Bradford
November 4, 2011- October 24, 2014

Benefit car wash- tomorrow!

The benefit carwash for Lucy is tomorrow! Sunday, July 27 starting at 9 AM! 

For details on how to help join the Facebook event. Thank you all for your continual support of our baby girl! <3

Welcome to Team Lucy Goose

Welcome to Team Lucy Goose and we just want to start out by saying thank you for your prayers and support.

We put together this website to create a centralized hub for fundraising efforts, making it less confusing on how to show your support for Lucy.

To honor Lucy's privacy, we will be only posting generic updates. If you are interested in the nitty gritty, please join the Facebook group page.

Thanks again and we appreciate everyone's thoughts and prayers.

Andy & Kim