Every Little Bit Counts

When I left you, Rachel and Kevin had left to go see wound care specialists and hopefully head to the hospital to have his blood checked for platelet counts, etc.  Unfortunately they had to wait until tomorrow.  So they headed home and Rachel and Kevin both took a nap. I cleaned the house, organized his pills, and worked on getting a hospital bed for him.  When Rachel woke she went out to Trader Joe’s and shopped for the highest calorie foods she could find and came home with a bag full of some of Kevin’s favorites.  She woke him to take his pills and then attempt some peanut butter cups (which by the way folks, 3 of those TJs dark chocolate peanut butter cups are 200 calories!!!).  While chewing one Kevin halfway choked on it.  And it scared the crap out of us.  Rachel felt terrible that she was pushing food on him so hard and Kevin, in his amazingly sweet and supportive way said, “It’s ok. It is. You can do this. You can keep encouraging me. You can do this.”

Rachel and Kevin talked a while about going for a walk and then settled on going to see the kids at Paul and Lila Vornbrock’s house before they left for a sleep over with some friends.  Lila and Paul graciously made us dinner, Rae and I played with the kids and we all watched a little TV. It was a really lovely time with family.  Kevin rested and nibbled on food. When Evie coaxed him, “Daddy you gotta drink you milk” he took a few more swallows.

We headed back to the house where I got Rachel to eat a little more (she hadn’t really eaten much at dinner), got Kevin all snuggled in for the night and then finished cleaning the house and the dishes.  While I helped Kevin take off his jacket, pulled back his covers, propped his pillows just the way he liked it, he said, “Oh wow. This is awesome, having someone to do all of this.”. Made me feel like a million bucks.  Rachel headed to bed as well after finishing some notes of things she needed to do tomorrow and I completed the  paperwork to apple for a free hospital bed rental and passed out.

At 3:00 am I heard Kevin up again. I found him in the living room contemplating how he’d get what he wanted to drink, get the TV on and get cozy in his favorite recliner.  I got him settled and grabbed his requested drink, pulled a blanket over him and told him to call for me when he was ready to get back up and into bed.  Again, he was so kind and appreciative.

At 5:30 am I heard Kevin attempting to get back out of bed and so I went to help him up.  But after 3 attempts, he still wasn’t out of the chair and almost fell to the ground on one knee. But then, he pushed with his legs and was all the way up.  I was impressed that he’d gotten up. He was mad that he almost didn’t make it.  We got him snuggled in again and I awaited Paul who was coming to bring donuts and Kevin’s cell phone (which I’d left at the house the night before).

At 6:30 I got Rachel up and Kevin got out of bed and sat on the couch for breakfast.   I made Rachel’s coffee and Kevin’s oatmeal and took a shower while she helped him eat all  of his oatmeal – which is an impressive feat, honestly.  He had the strength get cleaned up, change clothes, get a dressing change on his facial tumors as well as on his bile drain and walk to the car.  I was extremely impressed. He was extremely exhausted.

At the doctor’s office to get his blood counts checked, Kevin dozed a good bit.  The PA for Kevin’s oncologist, came in and sweetly, yet condescendingly greeted us and asked how he was doing.  (Rae and Kevin had felt that the PA and Kevin’s oncologist – were somewhat pandering to their hopes and weren’t expecting much more for Kevin than to make him comfortable, not that he would get better). She allowed the nurse to come in and take a vial of blood and shortly came back with his results.  And they were up. Just a little bit, but they were up. And so were the PA’s spirits.  Her tone was no longer condescending. Her body language had changed. Not much, but a little. She examined his mouth and how the thrush was improving and asked about how his shingles and pneumonia had improved as well as went over medications with Rachel.  Then they sent us all down for platelets and blood. We were optimistic and Rae was practically giddy with the improvement.

I stayed with Kevin while he got his infusion and Rachel went to complete the arrangements for the hospital bed (which will be delivered on Tuesday!).  That evening, while Kevin’s buddies hang out with him at the house, Rachel and I were invited to join friends of Rachel’s at at Ladies Christmas Tea at Calvary Church. It was a lovely evening of friends and talking and tea and yummy food. We were so grateful for a night out.

When we got home and said good bye to Kevin’s friend Ian, Eric (a dear man who has chosen to be the hands and feet for pretty much ANYTHING that Rachel and Kevin need) offered to stay and help.  Kevin, who had been snoozing, woke up.  We told him how friends had come by while he was in the hospital and dropped off food. He asked, “What kind of food?”  (he hadn’t really expressed interest in food in the last few days, even though we had been attempting to tempt him with all kinds for the last few days). Once we told him that we had caesar salad his face lite up.  “Caesar salad?! I’d love some caesar salad?”  He then got out of his arm chair, walked to the dining room table and, praise the Lord, ate dinner!!!  Rachel and Kevin enjoyed a few moments of dinner together while Eric and I exclaimed awe and amazement at the strength and determination of this man.

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Eric then helped me get the kitchen clean and get Kevin’s liver drain dressing changed.  We got both Rachel and Kevin snuggled in bed and said good night.  Eric is one of those rare people who feels God’s calling to do whatever it takes to care for this family. I’m in awe.  I went to bed so very blessed by God’s provision and Kevin’s improvement.  It wasn’t a huge improvement, but it was little. And every little bit counts. Every little bit of food, every little bit of sleep, every little bit of hope and encouragement counts.

Kevin has received LOTS of blood products over the course of his treatment and, as I’ve said, every little bit counts. I know that I have asked for prayers, monetary donations, and many other things to support the Hills. Now, I have a different kind of request.  One to help Kevin AND the millions of people across our country who are fighting hard to stay alive. Whether it’s cancer or another illness, many people from the very young to the very sick are in need of blood and platelets. Unfortunately there is a shortage of these products all the time. But you can help to ensure that Kevin, and others, always have access to the treatments and blood products they need. Please contact your local blood bank this coming week and donate on Kevin’s behalf.  And when you donate, we invite you to change your FaceBook status to, “Today I gave blood for Kevin Hill.  Every little bit counts.”

The Fight

Sarah here. As promised, I’ll aim to keep the blog up to date as best I can. And as Rachel has the strength and time she’ll write too. For today – its just me.

As you probably know, I flew out to LA and got here Tuesday afternoon. (My husband and I are blessed with some pretty awesome family and friends who banded together to help my husband take care of our kiddos while I’m away and made the arrangements very quickly.) A friend of the family drove me from the airport straight to the hospital to be with Rachel and Kevin.  When I arrived Kevin gave me a hug and I met a few of his friends who were  visiting him.  He looked… well, he looked like a man who has stage 4 cancer, shingles, thrush (a fungal infection of the mouth) AND pneumonia whose been through more medical procedures and treatments than I care to count and who is feeling just a tad bit better today.

A lovely couple came a while later who had heard about Rachel and Kevin through a prayer letter, had gotten a sitter (for their 6 children) and driven into the city to pray over Kevin. The sincerity, sweet words and blessings that they poured into Rachel and Kevin was beautiful.  We were all deeply moved by that time, holding hands and praying together for our brother.

That night I stayed with Kevin while Rachel went to Kevin’s cousin Claudia’s house to get a good nights’ sleep and have a night off. Kevin rested well. He and I had a quiet and enjoyable morning in the hospital together. He cracked a few jokes (which I enjoyed immensely and took as a good sign) and we worked alongside one another a bit on our lap tops.

Rachel slept really well (late even) and joined us around 10:00 am to hear the good news that the doctors felt like he had improved to a place where being in the hospital wasn’t going to help his recovery further and wanted to send him home. Rachel was excited that he was doing so well so quickly (the previous Sunday night he had been in really rough shape), while Kevin, I think, was a bit bummed to be leaving his comfy hospital bed.  The doctors switched all his medications from IV to pill form, re-attached his bile drain and bag, gave him 2 more units of platelets, wrote out his prescriptions, and sent us home.

On the way home, another set of cousins (Kevin’s mom’s cousin Elizabeth and her family) called and invited us to dinner. Kevin felt he was up for it so we met them at a classy burger joint.  Almost as soon as we arrived Kevin started to feel odd. We had been there about 30 to 45 minutes when he said he needed to go home. I was tired still from the time change so I offered to take him home.  When I asked him in what way he wasn’t feeling well, he said he wasn’t really sure. He wasn’t in pain and was only mildly nauseous.  He thought it was a bit of sensory overload with all the people there. When we got to the house, as I was helping him out of the car, he lost his equilibrium and therefore his balance. He almost fell but caught himself on the car hood. This had not happened before and it frightened him a good bit.

We got him inside and into bed to relax while I brought in the luggage from the hospital and got things unpacked. I checked on him fairly often and he seemed alright. He dozed a great deal and would even fall asleep in mid conversation. I could only imagine how tired he must have been. Rachel and Kevin’s family arrived and then left again to go fill prescriptions and get supplies for the next few days while I chatted with one of Kevin’s cousins, a really neat woman our age who shared mine and Rachel’s love of chatting.

Kevin called me in and said he was feeling strangely again, as if he was going to pass out. I called Rachel to see when she might be back and to get her thoughts. We assumed low blood pressure (as his BP has been pretty low lately) or possibly his body attempting to metabolize all those pills – he HAD taken a lot of pills in the hospital.  Rachel returned with Elizabeth and he told her how he was feeling.  He was fearful and afraid that this odd feeling, like he would pass out while lying down, was an indication that this was the end. Elizabeth, who is a retired ER nurse who has had experienced her own pain as a cancer patient herself and loss of her husband when her children were very young, spoke kindly with a quiet strength to Kevin and answered all his questions.  Kevin seemed calmed by her presence and kindness and her assurance that given his pulse and other indicators he was indeed NOT going to die tonight.

They had to go home and so we said our good byes. Rachel sat by his side for a while encouraging him and promising him she would fight hard for his life but that when the time came she would let him go, if that’s what it came to.  Rachel had said these things to Kevin several times since I had arrived – making sure that fighting hard was still what he wanted to do, and ensuring him that she would fight hard for him – all he had to do was keep accepting care.  She is hopeful for him but also fully understanding the circumstances as they are.  She knows God can and does heal and perform miracles. She knows that some very smart doctors have suggested looking into hospice. She knows he doesn’t want to be a burden on others for years to come. She knows that she wants to do everything she can to get him well, and if not well, at least feeling better and comfortable.  I heard the heart of a woman fighting for the love of her life. Fighting to keep her faith and hope strong. Fighting to be realistic and not in denial. I saw the face of a man who has fought hard and long for his wife and his children.

I helped get his medicines, water, heating pad, humidifier, etc. and said good night.  We all crawled into bed and I fell asleep thinking about my to do list tomorrow – finding a hospital bed for him to have at home, organizing his pills and prescriptions into his daily pill boxes, cleaning the house, writing a blog post and praying.

I awoke at 6:00 am to hear Kevin throwing up. He hadn’t thrown up for several few days. Again, a new symptom. I got him cleaned up and back into bed for a bit. I did some work on my laptop and woke Rachel and Kevin at 7:00 with coffee for Rachel and oatmeal for Kevin. Kevin sat with me in the living room while I worked and he nibbled on oatmeal.   He said he only slept a little bit but had terrible nightmares when he did. Rachel got up and started preparing for the day while I helped Kevin eat more.  As we were preparing to leave and I was helping him get out of the chair, his bile bag  caught on the chair and he lost his equilibrium again. It frightened both of us a good bit and Rachel decided they would go back to UCLA to get his counts checked again after their visit with the wound specialists.

They left and I got to work on my to do list.

I thought many times about the conversations I’d witnessed last night and this morning. I am blown away by this couple. How deeply they rely on their faith. How determined my sister is. How tightly they hold to one another. How well they love each other. How open and honest they are. How hard they have fought.

Will you join them in the fight?  Will you pray for them?  Pray often. Pray hard. Pray honestly. They both understand the direction this fight seems to be going. But maybe, with many many prayers, God will grant them a bit of wind against their backs, a boost to their spirits and fresh dose of hope.  Please join me in praying for His mercy and that he would grant them a miracle.

A Fine Line

First, allow me to apologize for the lack of blog posts / updates.  Rachel has been focusing very hard on helping Kevin and taking care of him that she hasn’t had the energy to write. She WANTS to write, she has told me several times how she wants to, and how helpful it is for her to write.  But for now, I’ll do my best to keep you informed.

Last week, on Monday, Kevin had an appointment where doctors told him that he wasn’t recovering from treatment well and his numbers continued to be poor, some of them stable and some of them worsening. They were told that it appeared as if Kevin’s bone marrow was not recovering and therefore not creating new white and red blood cells. The doctors told her that they could not give him any additional treatment until his bone marrow began to recover, and that if it didn’t, they would need to start looking into hospice care. Rachel began to look into ways to best help him start to gain weight and begin to heal from all that his body has endured these last few months so that he could get well enough again to hopefully qualify for the treatment that he had originally gone to LA for.

On Friday, they went back to doctor to see if he was improving and his numbers were slightly better than they had been on Monday, however he still needed 3 units of platelets and 3 units of blood. Kevin texted me saying that he felt pretty good once he’d had that.

Over the weekend, however, Kevin’s health began to decline again.  He has been very tired, unable to eat much, and battling nausea. For all that Rachel has been trying and how hard she is working to stay on top of his medicines and help him heal, he simply wasn’t.

This evening Rachel drove Kevin back to the hospital at UCLA to have him admitted. She felt that if he is to get better at all, he needs the kind of constant care and resources that a hospital staff can provide, as well as more immediate access to blood products as he needs them versus them driving back and forth to UCLA every time he needs them. Kevin has an appointment tomorrow to test his bone marrow to determine if it is recovering and the results of that test (and likely others that will be done) will give them the information they need regarding which way things will go.

Two things she has said that stand out in my mind over the last few days. First, that there is still hope. She has hope that he may yet recover and Kevin is still in the fight. He hasn’t thrown in the towel. There are treatment options yet to try and she feels that with diligent care and effort, Kevin can still pull through.

The second is her questioning where she is on the fine line between hope and denial. She has asked God to change her heart if she should come to a place of acceptance and He hasn’t yet. But the words hospice keep getting thrown and around and that has a way of dampening hope.

Rachel has asked that fly to LA on Tuesday and I’ll try to be helpful to her in any way I can as they figure out what the next step is going to be.

Please pray.  Rachel asked Lila to ask me to write to ask for your prayers. They need your prayers now more than ever. Won’t you join me in covering them in prayer and asking the Lord for his mercy, His grace, His healing, and His blessing on Rachel and Kevin?

Counting Our Blessings

I wrote this post last Tuesday night, but I have issues publishing posts from my phone.  If anyone knows of a good blogging app that handles images easily for the iPhone, please let me know.  I promise I would blog more often if it was easier to do from my phone!


Kevin and I are at the ER right now. He’s just finishing up receiving some IV antibiotics and fluids and we are hearing the good news that we might get to go home tonight. This comes after the doctor initially telling us that we will “almost definitely” be admitted. Blessings.

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Thumbs up for going home soon!



Kevin has had a fever for about 24 hours and there are a number of things that could be causing an infection. The doctors are working on figuring it out and getting him treated before we go into the holidays. Blessings.

I took the kids to their first ever dance class today. It was a combination ballet/tap class at a place called Creation Station. Evie didn’t even know what ballet even was, that’s how “un-normal” her life has been. But she jumped in and was the happiest little ballerina that you ever did see.

Jude chose to join Evie in dance class instead of karate and was thrilled that the owner of the studio even had some special lace up tap shoes just for him to borrow. Ten minutes into the class, I called to check on Kevin and he said he thought he needed to go to the ER. Lila and Paul were able to pick Kevin up and bring him to me and trade off with the kids so that I didn’t have to pull them out of their first ever dance class.

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Jude and Evie’s first dance class

It brought tears to my eyes to see my kids dancing and having fun like regular little preschoolers. It meant SO much to me that we got to do something normal for a change and I almost lost it when I saw it slipping away from them, thinking I’d have to say “Sorry kids, I surprised you with a dance class but now we have to go take Daddy to the hospital instead.” But I didn’t have to do that and they got to enjoy not one but two classes and then go out to dinner and get chocolate cake with Grammy and Grandpa to boot! Blessings.

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Evie doing “choreography”


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Jude takes a turn


We are grateful today that Kevin is feeling better than he was a week ago, which was better than the week before that. We are grateful for the trajectory that he seems to be on, even though we have no idea how he will be a week from now. For now, he is not miserable, he is not dead, and he is not going to die this week. That’s all we have, but it is enough, and it too is a blessing.

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A visit from a close childhood friend, who brought smoothies and treats to brighten our day… Thanks Jackie!


There is a small print I have put up in the windowsill above the kitchen sink in our apartment. It says, “Count your many blessings. Count them one by one. Count your many blessings. See what God has done.”

I hope this week, whether it be filled with laughter or tears, with happiness or suffering, that it be a time when you can count your blessings and see what God has done. Happy Thanksgiving and again thank you ALL so much for your continued interest and care for our little family.

Love, Rachel