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Nelson’s Sister Linnea, Conclusion

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All Christians are called to disciple others. We’re all supposed to influence each other for good. But some people do it more than most, and Nelson is that kind of Christian. (I wonder how many of you reading this right now would say Nelson discipled you in some way? Probably a lot!)

I’m not sure who I would be without my big brother. I definitely would not have gone to YWAM, so I wouldn’t be Adam’s wife and we wouldn’t have our six wonderful kids.

I’m also not sure where I would be spiritually. As a kid, I thought of Christianity as a lifestyle. We were good people and we went to church every Sunday because it was the right thing to do. But Nelson showed me that a true life of faith is so much more than that! It’s an adventure.

It’s about meeting with God when you first wake up. You open your Bible, read and pray, but you also listen. You wait for God to speak, and you trust that He will guide you. You expect that God has good things planned for you, and you look for His hand in every circumstance.

People in YWAM have almost no money, but somehow they go all over the world! I watched Nelson do it and then I did it, too. During my YWAM years, God took me to China, Taiwan, Nepal, India, Japan, Thailand, and New Zealand. In between, I lived in Hawaii and then Montana.

I held the sweetest orphan babies, hiked through the Himalayas, and met Christians who had left everything familiar to be lifelong missionaries overseas.

Those years shaped me in a way nothing else could have. How can you complain about a van without air conditioning after you’ve watched a mother in Calcutta nurse her baby while lying in the gutter on the side of the road on a 90 degree afternoon? I will always be grateful for the gift of YWAM in my twenties and the brother who encouraged me to go.

Right now our children are ages 3 to 13, and they all love their Uncle Nelson. We live way down in Florida, but Nelson still finds a way to visit. He has always gone out of his way for people, including us. Our six year old is named after his uncle, and out of all our kids, little Nel asks me about his Uncle Nelson the most.

I read updates from the blog to the kids in the mornings, and we then pray together for him and Auntie Sophie and baby Will. Even little kids understand the power of Nelson’s thankful spirit right now. Even now in this season of battling cancer, Nelson continues to influence the people who know and love him, always toward God and His faithfulness.

I am thankful to have a little time in Minnesota this week, to chat with Nelson and Sophie and hold baby Will as much as possible! And I’m thankful for the things I’ve learned from my big brother—mostly that a life following God is the best kind of adventure, full of laughter and strong coffee, wild stories in faraway places and friendships that never end.

It’s a life of peace and gratitude even when circumstances are crushingly hard. Nelson has suffered through so much this year, but he is still the Nelson we all know and love. Still strong, still optimistic, still up for a good conversation about what God is doing in our lives.

New things?

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This has been the adventure of a lifetime for me with a series of “firsts” like almost never before. I think, in our lives, we gravitate toward as few of those as possible the older we get. We do have our bucket lists, but more to do with having fun. I want to see the Great Wall of China, go skydiving, raise a family, learn a language or take a kickboxing class-you might have one or two NEW things you want to do before you quit this earth.


But mostly we like to be familiar with the day-to-day of our lives. The less unknowns the better. But at other times, things are done TO us or FORCED on us out of the necessity to survive. These are not always fun “Firsts”, but we do them for the greater good.
Most of the time, I’m scrambling to find something to keep normal amidst all the change. If I was asked to give a progress or update on any given day, they wouldn’t hold all that much action in and of themselves.

There are empty spaces like Friday and today. I was working out a kink in what the insurance would cover so they didn’t substitute a cheaper, less effective chemo drug for the one the docs actually prescribed, but I never actually went in for any procedure. I spent the time making phone calls which finally landed the chemo 2 days later than expected but still going forward unchanged and for that I’m soooo grateful.

Funny how my gratitude list can change. Yaaay for chemotherapy! 
It’s important to keep the main thing the main thing and remember the real reason we’re here. 
The treatment itself IS the main thing, not the symptoms. When we go to the doc, it’s usually to treat symptoms. “I have a headache, a toothache, indigestion, a broken arm, whatever… but one thing the Mayo clinic is good at is sticking with the attack on the Cancer itself over the symptoms.
I have swelling in my ankles, stomach, and back, These are fluid build-ups from infection in my body. Difficulty breathing is an ongoing problem and we do a daily fluid-drain so I don’t drown in it. There is ongoing pain in my rib cage and they treat that with opiates that cause constipation. There are meds for the constipation. It can be frustrating to bring a request or ailment to a doc only to have her brush it off and say, “That will correct itself once the cancer is under control. ” But she’s right. As much as I want to FEEL as NORMAL as possible, I want the Cancer gone because that leads all roads back to NORMAL.
So to sum up the symptom list for today: swelling is almost gone in my left wrist and arm (yaaay), swelling is the same in my ankles, stomach and back (booo), has gone down to 275ml at the nightly lung drain at 8pm (yaaay), nausea has all but subsided (yaaaay), breathing is more difficult than ever because of the stomach fluid (booo), I have meds for pretty much anything so there’s at least some relief if anything gets too gnarly (yaaay)

My second round of chemo IS happening Thursday morning despite the tussle (yaaay), We’ve been able to hang with my sister, Linnea who is helping us for 4 days (yaaay), and little Will keeps the rest of us in great spirits overall. (yaaay)


That’s where we stand here in late June and no one but God himself really knows what new thing waits for us tomorrow, but I’m ok with that. He tells us that today has enough trouble of its own. And you know what? He was right.

Long Ago and Far Away

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Today’s blog includes something special that’s far away from cancer, hospitals, and medicines. As Nelson adjusts to being home from the hospital, we need a break from all things cancer, and maybe you do, too. So…

When Nelson was ten years old, he became a published author by writing a column for a booklet put together by a group of church moms who all had preschool children. The publication was called “The Crib Sheet,” and Nelson’s submission was for a regular column, “Children of the Heavenly Father.”

In 1983, this is what he wrote:

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My name is Nelson Hamilton Nyman. I am ten years old. I would like to write why I like having brothers and a sister. {Louisa and Birgitta had not yet been born.}

 

I like Lars, my brother, because he is only two years younger than me. He is very agreeable and loving. He is my best friend, and he will always be there, even when all my other friends move away. We can talk privately in bed, and talk about anything we want.

I like my sister Linnea because she likes me and thinks I’m pretty neat. She looks up to me.

I like Klaus because he is someone to play with when Lars is gone. He is a real nice boy, also.

Hans is the youngest of all. He is nice to talk to when I need someone to smile at and talk to. It is great to have them, because I have someone to play with most all the time. I am the first born child in the family, and that means that I have a lot of responsibility, because all my brothers look up to me and do what I do.

But someone who is an only child, they have to use the TV for a friend, and sometimes his or her parents are busy and don’t have time to play with them. There are times when I wish I was an only child. Like when everyone is crowded around the TV and I have the worst spot in the room. And like when Mom is busy with the other brother’s homework, and I need help, too.

But God wanted me to be in this family, and that is why I am here. And I know God is glad that I am happy with the life he gave me. The End

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I’ve enjoyed remembering back when Nelson was ten, and I thank God for those happy, busy days. But more than that, I’ve thought about Nelson’s last sentence in regard to what’s happening these days. Back then he wrote, “I am happy with the life [God] gave me.”

But I’m wondering–in light of everything–is that even possible today? Actually, I think I already know what Nelson’s answer would be, 39 years later:

“What is impossible with men is possible with God.” (Luke 18:27)