11/09 - Chef Liam baking cookies

Please stay tuned...

I have been sitting here trying to think of a title for this long overdue update and after a few options presented themselves I opted to simply name it Please stay tuned...
At first it was simply a way to open a post many of you have been waiting to read for several months. Hopefully though by the end of this post it will encourage you to stay tuned and maybe help you understand why posts have been so few and far between.

Liam's most recent relapse really caught us by surprise, and to be honest really knocked the wind out of our sails. To think the bad news we always half expect to hear could hit us so hard, shed new light on the reality of what we were up against and sent us deep into our hole. We have not had the strength to share our innermost hopes and fears like we have been able to for the last two plus years. We were angry, scared, and needed time to heal a bit and to find our voice again. Over the last few years we have witnessed too many families lose their children to cancer. Some very close to us whose children we wanted life for as much as our own. We have learned the facts about why pediatric cancer is so many years behind when compared to the medical advances made for most adult cancers. We have been living in two completely different worlds and we often do not feel like we really fit in or relate to those in one and the other is not one we want to be in and would do anything to get out of. Imagine all that we have experienced in the last few years and the pain we have witnessed Liam endure, the never ending fear, the never ending feeling of helplessness we live with, and all while the world spins madly on around us. I sometimes think that maybe we have done too good a job of handling this curse. We have met it head on and taken it in stride. We have remained endlessly hopeful, committed, and as some have said a force to be reckoned with. But much of this courage, strength, and ability to balance our lives between the two worlds came to a crashing halt when we learned of Liam's second relapse. It was a sucker punch. One thrown by a coward when we were not looking. One that sent us to the ground grasping for air. The wound inflicted was deeper than any before it and it is one we doubt will ever truly heal. Each day suddenly required so much more energy to get through it that any task requiring above and beyond emotional input was outside of what we were capable of enduring. The blog as you know was the first emotional baggage to be thrown overboard. All available energy and focus went into things that can't be thrown overboard like our kids, Liam's care, work, and Cookies for Kids' Cancer, the foundation we started. All things we were more committed to than ever before. So hopefully those of you who have stood by us over the last few years will understand why putting our feelings into words the last few months has been a bit more difficult than we expected. I know Gretchen who has posted the large majority of our postings has found it very difficult and many of you know I all but abandoned posting more than a year and a half ago for similar reasons. For me it was due to the reflective nature of writing such posts. It often forced me to recognize personal feelings and fears that were often painful to acknowledge. I chose instead to keep them bottled up. Needless to say I will once again begin to post news about Liam, his adventures, treatment plans, and to share insightful stories about our hero. We know many of you have a deep love or him and it is only fair that we keep you up to date on the Prince on a regular basis. He continues to inspire us, his doctors and nurses, teachers, friends, and all who have the pleasure of knowing him.

This week Liam is receiving his 6th round of low dose chemo. Each day so far he has attended school in the morning and treatment in the afternoon. This is not a treatment intended to cure him but hopefully it will hold his cancer back for awhile. It does provide him with excellent quality of life right now and another reason we have been silent. We recognize more than ever that time with Liam, and Ella too for that matter, is truly precious and we need to take advantage of every second we are blessed with. There are a few treatment options being discussed but none of them the sure bet we desire and that Liam needs. Each just a trial. Some older trials and their success rate or lack there of known, plus newer trials not yet proven effective or in some cases even safe. We have the option of receiving more 3f8 antibody though it has not been proven truly effective against soft tissue disease which Liam has been prone to.
We have some hope for the humanized version being developed at MSKCC and hope that it can be brought to the clinic sooner than later. We and many of our closest NB families are dealing with relapses and time is something we all realize we have little of. It is hope that gets us all from one day to another. Hope that science can win the battle against neuroblastoma and pediatric cancer as a whole, hope that our efforts will help make a difference, and hope that all of you will stay tuned! We continue to need your support, love, and hope. We need each of you to help us make a difference and to be advocates for pediatric cancer...for Liam, for Cookies and all that we are trying to do to help make a difference. If you are new to our blog please take some time to read the archives to gain a true feel for our journey and how we have arrived at this point this point in time. We are looking forward to a magical holiday season filled with love,joy, and discovery and wish the same for each you and your families.
By the way there is still time to order cookies and have them arrive by Christmas or take your time and send as a New Year Gift. www.cookiesforkidscancer.org

My name is Liam. “L” - “I” - “A” - “M”.

Today was day two of round three of low dose chemo. It’s not so bad…compared to what he has been through. He has a full head of baby soft hair…except for the oval-shaped spot on the back of his head courtesy of a pressure wound while on the bloody bi-pap machine at Cornell. I have to restrain myself from marching him over to Cornell to say – “Hello, Remember me? I’m the mom who you thought was crazy when I told you his head had a HUGE goose egg growing out of the back of it from the tight straps around his fluid swollen body and you totally dismissed me? Well, look at his head now! I told you something was wrong!” But that would only upset Liam and I’ve been told his hair will eventually grow. I suppose it’s one of those concerns that’s a bit down the worry list but I’d be lying if I said it doesn’t irk me. He has regained a lot of his energy, so much so that he outpaces Ella when we’re out on scooters but he’s still suffering from a raw esophagus from radiation that makes eating and drinking impossible without narcotics.

Daddy was out of town this past weekend so we spent the weekend out and about town on scooters. Ella’s is pink and she wears a princess helmet. Liam’s is orange and he wears a Spiderman helmet. Mommy’s has no color but has a board wide enough to accommodate Liam and Ella when they get tired of scootering. Yes, all three of us can squeeze onto my scooter, albeit very carefully. We were outside for hours on our scooters on Saturday exploring the Hudson River Parkway…in the pouring rain…and loving every minute. We came in for a break and then it was Liam who announced he wanted to do more scootering….so out we went for a night time jaunt from 44th Street and 10th Avenue to 58th Street and 8th Avenue. Two of the blocks were on a fairly steep incline which Liam went up without any struggle while Ella had to walk her scooter up the hill. Liam had one face plant – head over the top of his scooter handle – but not while going very fast. He scraped his nose, but not badly, but enough to scare him and cause a scab. As I was crouched on the sidewalk comforting him, I was in a strange way happy to hear him crying over something so normal as a scraped nose instead of a personal violation courtesy of cancer treatment. On Sunday we scootered for hours along the Hudson River on a picture perfect gorgeous September day. We had an amazing day laughing, loving and being together. We explored piers, checked out every sight along the way from a helicopter launch pad to a restored fire boat built in 1931, and watched a cruise ship makes its way along the river on the way to the Atlantic. In our pack, Liam leads, Ella follows and I stay close behind reminding Ella to keep her eyes forward and looking for bumps. Liam points out bumps to Ella and yells warnings to her. It would be Ella who would get tired and insist on catching a ride on Mom’s scooter, not the cancer patient who has been through more than I care to recount and who has every reason to be the one who tires first. He reminds me of Lance Armstrong….he does what everyone else thinks is impossible. Every time they dynamic duo went down an incline of any sort, there would be hoots and hollers and squeals of laughter. Liam has absolutely no fear of speed…and there’s a transfer of fear to me as I watch and pray he’ll be OK.

He took the hospital by storm…on his scooter. On Monday he rode into the hospital on his scooter and took great pride in showing off his new mode of transportation. He couldn’t wait to show Dr. Kushner how fast he could go on his scooter, a feat on many fronts. Ella was also along for the trip, as our new regular hospital team member. When it came time to access his port, he looked at me through tears and asked if he’d still be able to ride his scooter and I assured him yes. He also asked when we would be done with all this medicine stuff, to which I replied as soon as we possibly can be. And sure enough, after the insertion of a needle into his port which has a 7” long tube attached that snakes to his waist and before he would allow a shirt to be put over his head because of fear of disturbing the tubie, he tested riding his scooter.

Today he felt some of the side effects associated with one of the chemo drugs. When we got home, he had to take the remaining two of three chemo pills. As soon as the pills were down, he looked at me and said, “What if I have to throw up?!” I begged him to calm down and relax and not throw up but within 20 seconds he was running to the bathroom with me following and exploding with vomit that consisted of curdled milk and bunny crackers. It was so powerful it flew out his nose. He wretched and wretched and I saw the chemo pills come out with the powerful waves of nausea. And then, knowing that if he didn’t take those two pills we’d have to go back to the hospital which would mean he wouldn’t get to visit with his special friend Taber who he adores, I reached into the toilet and the sifted through the vomit until I retrieve the two pills, rushed them over to the sink, rinsed them off and then started blowing on them to stop the process of the gelatin capsule from disintegrating which would make the pill useless. It was a knee-jerk reaction. I don’t normally forage through vomit, but I would do anything to let Liam have a play date he was so looking forward to. After we cleaned him up and rinsed out his mouth, I looked at him and said, “Buddy…here’s the deal…you either take these two pills (which were standing upright stuck to my fingers but still intact) or we have to go back to the hospital to get two more.” He looked at me, asked if they were still OK to take, took my word that they were, opened his mouth and pulled the pills off my fingers and swallowed them. And once again I say that he is my hero. My poor guy who is still can barely eat or drink because of radiation burns to his esophagus did what needed to be done in order to move on.

Today there were special visitors at the Pediatric Day Hospital. Three Yankees players came to say hi. Now, Liam doesn’t know who the Yankees are nor has he ever watched a baseball game. He knows the sport from having learned about it firsthand. He and Ella stood at the front of the crowd looking at the larger than life players trying to understand what the big deal was. After the presentation the players signed balls for all the patients. Liam picked up a ball, walked over to Andy Pettitte, placed the ball on Andy’s knee, borrowed Andy’s pen, very slowly and deliberately wrote his name on the ball and handed it to him. Andy looked at the ball with complete surprise and wasn’t quite sure what to do. Liam then said he had to give the ball to his mom and walked away. When Liam showed me the ball with his signature, I explained that usually people want the baseball player to sign the ball, not just borrow the baseball player’s knee. He wanted to know why. So I explained he’s a very famous baseball player and people like to have baseball players sign balls as a special gift. He was completely perplexed by the concept of wanting someone else’s autograph, but decided to go along with the idea. So off he went…back to Andy Pettitte to ask him to also sign his ball….which Andy graciously did. And after he came back to show me the ball with two signatures….Liam went back over to Andy one more time to give him a big kiss on the cheek which Andy welcomed from the little boy who didn’t exactly follow the flow of the way such situations normally unfold. And as Andy and the Yankees crew were leaving, yelled out…”Bye! Thanks for coming!”

Ah Liam…you are one of a kind.

Clean Scans?

Clean Scans?

Yes….but. Liam had two scans – a CT on Friday and MIBG on Saturday. The CT was clean with a qualifier and the MIBG is negative. There’s a spot between his kidney and liver in the site of his original tumor that was on his last scan – the one done during our long inpatient odyssey in July to search for fungal pneumonia. This was the CT that showed his primary tumor had shrunk by 50 percent after one round of ICE, the super-tough chemo regiment that brought tears to a mother’s eyes when she heard we were doing it. The spot is still there but is MIBG negative and it’s something that would be big enough to be MIBG positive. It’s also something that Dr. LaQuaglia, Liam’s surgeon who also qualifies as surrogate grandfather, thinks is post-operative change. He studied the images and compared them to his surgical report and said it was an area he was definitely “in” searching for signs of neuroblastoma during Liam’s surgery. It’s an area that has been through three surgeries. It’s an area that has seen a lot. He, apparently, feels quite confident it’s not neuroblastoma. Liam’s MIBG scan is clean, the gold-standard for neuroblastoma, which is a huge relief. Our sweet guy whose new passion is dressing up as a SWAT team member is one who is MIBG “avid” which is a good thing because it’s a reliable test. (In case you’re wondering, his first relapse which showed on a CT but not on an MIBG was so small that it wasn’t large enough to show up on an MIBG scan. This thing is bigger and would definitely light up on an MIBG.) But because neuroblastoma is a resilient and cunning beast…we can’t take any chances. There’s no opportunity in this game to say, “We should have.” We are moving forward with another round of low-dose chemo beginning Monday which means Liam will be going to school while on low-dose chemo. (I wonder how many preschoolers can make that claim?) In four weeks we will rescan and when those scans show no changes because I know they will, we will move forward with the NK Cell trial. NK, for those not familiar, stands for Natural Killer. Here’s where we get into wacky, weird science. I don’t know enough about natural killers to be able to explain it….but I know that my blood and Larry’s blood will be tested to see which one of us is a “mismatch” to Liam’s blood and can give him an “ingredient” that’s missing that would then make 3F8 antibodies more effective. Liam will be the second child to participate in the NK Cell Trial. The first child to participate in the NK Cell trial is a sweet little girl from California who had persistent neuroblastoma that just wouldn’t go away…no matter what was thrown at it. I remember talking with her very worried looking mom about her daughter becoming a part of a very new trial that sounded a bit like Star Trek science. I remember seeing her look even more worried leaving the IV room after having her blood drawn and looking a bit discombobulated having to be the one receiving a poke instead of watching her daughter. I remember being scared for her and wanting to run up to her and give her a hug, but was tending to Liam who needed me. I remember seeing her a few weeks later on the day they were to receive the results of her daughter’s scans post NK Cell. A lot was weighing on those scans. The weight of the world. She and her husband looked so nervous but we were all trying to act like it was just a normal day…in a pediatric cancer ward. I saw her, her husband and children in the late morning. I can’t remember why Liam and I were at the hospital that day. We’ve had so many trips it’s hard to keep the details of each straight. I remember wishing and hoping so, so, so hard for them to receive good results. I didn’t see them again that day. But that afternoon there was an e-mail about the nothing less than miracoulous scan results following NK Cell. Tears flowed freely down my face as I read the account. I was so moved I forwarded her update to a few friends. Tears flow freely down my face now as I remember reading her update. Her scans were completely clean. Completely and unequivocally clean…because of a trial that was funded in large part with private donations. Think a cookie can’t make a difference? Think again. Every bit counts. I recently heard Katie Couric being interviewed about her philanthropic work related to cancer research funding. During the interview she explained to Larry King how important the private sector is advancing cancer research and used the statistic that eight of our 10 clinical trials are funded with private funds, not government funds. Eight out of 10. Eight out of 10? I was stunned to hear the number and stood mesmerized in front of the TV taking notes. Katie’s platform was that if we are going to make a difference in this war against cancer, we all need to work together. I firmly believe that it is not science that is holding us back, it’s funding. What if there wasn’t funding for this trial? How long did it take to fund? And reading the update from the mother who saw her daughter’s disease disappear because of a trial that weeks ago hadn’t been available served as reaffirmation to keep doing everything possible to impact change. No one else is going to take care of this – it’s up to us – you, me and everyone we know. There are ideas, hypothesis and theories just waiting to be developed that have no funding. And that, to me, is the greatest injustice. What would you do if you knew you could be part of saving someone’s life? By raising money for research which includes funding trials, that’s exactly what you’re doing, saving lives. And wouldn’t that be an amazing feeling knowing you were part of something that had the ultimate impact? We’re into the month of September which is Pediatric Cancer Awareness Month but in every store I visit, magazine I read, commercial I see….I am bombarded with a sea of pink. Now, don’t get me wrong, Susan G. Komen and her sister are my heroes. Susan’s sister was so outraged at the loss of her sister she decided to do something about it and changed the way we as a society think about breast cancer. I am so grateful for the work she has done and I hope I never have to be a beneficiary of the advancements she and legions of others have made on breast cancer treatment. But couldn’t there be just one commercial….one display in a retail store….one magazine story about pediatric cancer to note Pediatric Cancer Awareness Month? Just one? Being the number one disease killer of children in the U.S. would seem to make it worthy of highlighting, right? And if you’re not sure how funding can help…use the sweet girl from California as the poster child as inspiration. Clinical trials save lives. And if you cut funding to clinical trials, which is what has been happening, you are essentially telling a family that there is no money to save their child. If polio could be eradicated through a campaign calling for the collection of dimes, why can’t pediatric cancer? Shoot, I’d settle for all trials waiting to be funding to be funded.

Liam’s good, relatively speaking. He’s dealing with radiation burns to the inside of his esophagus that cause him great discomfort only relieved with narcotics. Eating and drinking is only done with the help of a pain killer. This morning he set up a weather station on the roof and is bubbling over with the excitement at being able to forecast weather. He can’t wait for school to start. He was watching You Tube tonight about how smoking damages lungs and explaining to Ella what was happening, “Ella – those are arteries…see them? They’re bigger than veins and carry more blood. And those there are red blood cells – they look like donuts. And the big ones are platelets.” And then he moved from discussion about platelets to his new passion…a Nintendo game thing that I totally don’t understand but that he has fallen in love with. It’s one of the ways I know he really is a little boy. I love him so much. I love watching him protect and take care of his sister whether it’s putting toothpaste on her toothbrush or reminding her that school is starting soon and she’s going to need to get up earlier. He wants to be the older brother blazing the trail for his sister. And Liam, we’re doing everything we can to help you keep blazing trails because we know you have a lot to do.


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The Dynamic Duo at The Hayden Planetarium the Day before Liam's Surgery


NOTE: Please support pediatric cancer research by visiting www.philosophy.com to purchase a bottle of Oatmeal Raisin Shower Gel. Until October 15th, 100% of the profit of bottles of the cookie-scented shower gel is being donated to Cookies for Kids’ Cancer (www.cookiesforkidscancer.org). In addition, Facebook fans can go to Philosophy’s page and send virtual cookies to friends every Saturday in September and Philosophy will donate $1 to Cookies for Kids’ Cancer for each “cookie” sent. See the Facebook page and/or website for details.



"The work goes on, the cause endures, the hope still lives, and the dream shall never die."

- Senator Edward M. Kennedy


The Tunnel.

A few weeks ago Liam and I were in the car returning home after finishing the fifth and final day of the first round of low dose chemo. It was 10 days after his long and complicated 8-hour surgery. It was five days since he had been released from the hospital. We were still in that “giddy to be out of the hospital” mode reveling in how beautiful the sky is and how great it is to feel a breeze. We entered the Holland Tunnel which, per usual, was heavy with traffic. To enter the Tunnel there are a series of merges where cars alternate moving forward as many lanes merge into two narrow lanes to funnel traffic under the Hudson River. A few lanes away on the right I could see a black, shiny hearse approaching the Tunnel. I avoid hearses at all costs and never want to be near them. My heart started to beat a little faster as I tried to calculate where I was in relationship to the hearse to hope that we wouldn’t enter at the same time. Entering the Tunnel, I was just slightly ahead of the hearse and tried to do everything I could to avoid looking at it in my side mirror. If I don’t see it, it’s not there. Then all of the sudden my lane stood still while with the hearse kept moving. Very soon the shiny hearse was one car ahead of me. It was right there. I couldn’t avoid seeing it. The walls of the Tunnel narrowed as I felt the presence of the hearse. I kept trying to get the traffic in my lane to move faster by driving as close as I possibly could to the car in front of me. I willed the traffic to move faster. I prayed for the traffic to move faster in my lane. My fingers tightened around the steering wheel and my hands began to sweat as Liam and I discussed how rocket ships go into space, how glass is made, why dogs slobber and other pressing curiosities. I had to get past the hearse. I had to beat it out of the Tunnel. I couldn’t let it win. Back and forth we traded positions. Liam and I kept chatting about all things Liam while he sang along to Jack Johnson who he calls “George the Monkey” singer. “Upside Down….We’ll find the things that can’t be found…we’ll share our love with everyone….and there’s no time to waste….and this world keeps spinning round and round and upside down…we’ll be together till the end of time…” The race with the hearse silently continued. It was a race I was determined to win. I had to win. And then the traffic in my lane stopped. All I could see were red lights ahead. The hearse cruised past me. I was crushed. It was way up ahead and looked unreachable. And then traffic started to move in my lane. I could see the hearse way up ahead. My lane inched forward painfully slow. My heart felt like it was going to pound through my ribs. I had to win. I could not follow the hearse out of the tunnel. I had to win. Very slowly I pulled in line with the hearse. It was right next to me. And then ever so slowly I passed the hearse. I was a half a car ahead and then one car ahead and then two. But I knew at any moment things could change and it could be ahead of me again. I knew the end of the Tunnel was coming soon but there was still enough room and time for the hearse to pass me. And then all of the sudden traffic in my lane shot ahead. I considered changing lanes so that I could guarantee a win. The ticket would be worth it, although explaining to an officer why I switched lanes could be challenging and then explaining to Liam would be worse. I stayed in my lane repeating “come on…come on…come on…drive…drive….drive.” I couldn’t think about anything else as I maintained a steady banter with Liam the Inquisitive. I had to win. I would win. I had to win. I could see sunlight shining ahead. I knew the exit was just up ahead. I could see the top of the hearse several cars back in my side mirror. The road bent a little and a flood of sunlight came into the tunnel. It was so close. As we exited the tunnel the hearse was three cars behind. We made it! I wanted to throw my arms up in the air and do a dance like an NFL football player in the end zone after completing a tricky touchdown pass. But instead I told Liam I loved him and thought we should stop at a farm on the way home where we could cut our own flowers to which he replied, “that’s a great idea Mommy. I’ve always wanted to do that.”

My apologies for the “radio silence” and any fears our lack of communication has caused. We’re OK. A bit worn, but OK. We’ve been in the tunnel and focused. When we first got the news, I had to quickly regain my footing and brace myself for being plunged back into the cancer groove. It wasn't easy and I'm very grateful there were others to help support me from nurse practioners who let me cry on their shoulders to a deluge of supportive messages. For the past 10 weeks Liam and I have become one again. We read each other. Too well. He knows if something is wrong. He asks more complex questions although he still hasn’t asked the big one – “Is something wrong with me?” We assumed the roles we know too well. I know how to crouch in just the right position to cradle his head in the crook of my neck while holding a throw up bucket while he’s on the toilet exploding with diarrhea. He knows how to hold his throw up long enough for me to grab a throw up bucket which is always within an arm’s reach. I know how to pin him to my chest so that a nurse can access his port while he’s screaming at the top of his lungs and thrashing with all his might from fear and anxiety. He has retrained himself to do his hospital time without complaining. He didn’t ask why but I did. "Dear God, why can’t Liam have just a normal summer filled with no obligations except having fun?" Why does his summer camp have to be the hospital? Liam is like a cat – he always lands on his feet – so why is this happening? He’s the child who on his very first try of looking in a field of clover for a lucky four–leaf clover found one. He reached down and pulled out a lucky clover as if it was no big deal and couldn't understand why we were all astonished. This is the child who had no delays and no complications. This is the child who his father, sister and I love more than anything. Was it something I did? Was it something I didn’t do? Why?

In 10 weeks Liam has been through the proverbial ringer…but you’d never know if you talked with him. His daddy and I notice subtle changes in his personality – he’s a bit more cautious around certain things and can easily work himself up into a nervous energy he didn’t have before - but for the most part he’s Liam. To him it has been a normal summer. After all, this is the third consecutive summer he has spent his summer vacation in a hospital. He has had scans including a very long full-body MRI which he did without anesthesia; he learned how to spell blood having seen it so many times around the hospital being wheeled down hallways to and from appointments; undergone two surgeries – one to place a port on the Monday after we got the news (he started chemo on Tuesday) and a second “big” operation with the talented Dr. LaQuaglia who scoured his body to extricate anything that looked like cancer; radiation directly to his body cavity while he was opened up during surgery using a special applicator that is a one-of-a-kind apparatus made of a combination of silicone and rubber to conform to the terrain of a patient’s body and developed by three doctors at Memorial Sloan-Kettering (let’s not even talk about how bizarre it is learning there is a team of 10 from radiation including three physicists who swoop into the operating room to receive a report from the surgeon on where he found cancer and map out a radiation plan on the spot); a round of really tough high-dose chemotherapy called ICE (when one cancer mom heard we were doing ICE she had to hold back the tears as she looked at me knowing how difficult the regiment is); a very grueling 16-day hospital stay post ICE while his bone marrow recovered enough to start producing blood cells and platelets which was marked with eight days of nonstop fevers every three and a half hours that at the onset caused his entire body to shake uncontrollably to the point that he would start violently coughing which would cause him to throw up even though he had no food in his tummy and have a bout of diarrhea – a process that would take an hour and a half to get under control which would give us another hour and a half respite until it started all over again; a move to a new apartment which Larry had to navigate without me and Liam since we were in the hospital; an emergency CT scan on July 4th which had to be postponed until July 5th because no radiologist would come in to read the scan on a holiday to see if he had fungal pneumonia which would explain the violent coughing (one doctor’s explanation about why a radiologist wouldn’t come in on a holiday was a dry, “no one cares about kids”); an ambulance ride to and from Cornell ICU – the first of which he was unconscious and on a ventilator for and the second he was awake and enjoyed; a four-night stay in Cornell ICU post-surgery (which could have been two but there were no beds available at Sloan-Kettering) which was highlighted with Liam pulling out the ventilator tube helping him breath and the NG tube draining his tummy on his own 12 hours after his surgery even though his arms were restrained – he was in a room with three patients, two nurses and a doctor and I was taking a 20 minute cap nap with my head on the foot of his bed and woke up when I heard him trying to talk to me - which caused a huge scary scene in the ICU of people rushing to his bedside with the expectation of reinserting the ventilator tube which I said no to since he obviously was feeling well enough to remove the tubes and no alarms went off indicating he wasn’t breathing well (“Mommy – I felt the tube and I didn’t like it so I just pulled it right out”); the placement while in his bed in ICU by Dr. LaQuaglia of a new chest tube to drain the fluid collecting on his lung that was causing it to collapse the day after surgery; two rounds of low-dose chemo which is a cake walk compared to high-dose chemo but still requires multiple trips to the hospital, fatigue and diarrhea; a radiation set up which included making a new mold of his body and adding new tattoos on his chest (the last time he was tattooed was under anesthesia…this time it was with numbing cream and yes, they use tattoo ink and yes, it is permanent); 10 days of radiation twice/day that spanned three weeks since it started on a Friday; burns to the inside of his esophagus from radiation which makes swallowing extremely painful only lessened with nonstop narcotics; a two-night hospital stay after a fever with low blood counts; multiple transfusions including a platelet transfusion that caused his throat to become restricted and his body to break out in angry hives followed by an emergency dose of another medicine in a little plastic IV bag to reverse the effects to make sure he didn’t stop breathing; and as of this post the nervous energy of waiting for scan results since getting a CT on Friday afternoon and MIBG on Saturday during Labor Day weekend. (Yes, they scan on Saturdays.) There are so many medical checkpoints that occur throughout a day to maintain a child’s health when they’re in the hospital. If you think about it, it’s almost too much to comprehend how any can live. We humans are a pretty darn complicated. We have been through so much – moments when time was measured moment to moment, blood gas level to blood gas level, CBC to CBC. And as much as is happening on the medical front, there are just as many stories to relay about Liam being a boy full of wonderment, inspiration and graciousness. He never once has lost the essence of who he is – a sweet, inquisitive little boy who loves with endless reserve and with no reservations. When we were discharged from the hospital after his 16-day stay where he missed the July 4th holiday, his first request was to go to a toy store to get a present for Ella…and maybe one for him too. He has lost weight, lost his hair, regained the weight, lost it again, and is now working on regaining the weight and his hair which has sprouted a peach fuzz all over his precious head. He loved pulling out his “magic hair” to give to people – something that newcomers to magic hair received with a bit of shock, surprise and astonishment. He discovered the magic of Star Wars and Magic School Bus. Star Wars quenches his thirst for space and discovery while Magic School Bus gives his science-oriented mind answers to endless questions. We have examined work sites in the hospital watching workers as they repair, install, and inspect. He is now a doctor in training with his own white doctor coat that is adorned with a real stethoscope that is blue (he picked the color), a small orange light for checking patients’ pupil reactions, a notebook and pen in the pocket because that’s what his doctor has in his pocket, a small quacking duck to make his patients laugh, a bottle of Purell, and a real hospital photo ID that bears his signature and is attached to the breast pocket of his coat with a retractable string like all doctors and nurses. (It was one of those classic Liam moments – he confidently strode into the hospital security office wearing his white doctor coat and respectfully but determinedly announced he needed a photo id. And he got one.) He rotates wearing the doctor coat with his other hospital outfits – Mr. Incredible and Superman, appropriately. We’ve tried to live as much in the carpe diem spirit as possible and do…not talk about doing. We’ve been to the Museum of Natural History and Hayden Planetarium, visited the Children’s Museum, run through water fountains; ridden the Roosevelt Island Tram, walked through Central Park to smell the wonderful smell of grass and trees; strolled through Times Square to look for the man with the albino Python and marvel at all the lights; gone to the movies which is a new activity; and seen The Lion King on Broadway which we’re still reliving and singing the songs to. Ella has been with us on many of our adventures and many of our hospital days which has been really nice. She adds a certain element of comic relief and loves being with us as much as we love having her around.

We have greeted newcomers to the cancer world including the mom I met at 5 a.m. one day on her first full day at Memorial Sloan-Kettering after he son was diagnosed with cancer during a family vacation on a cruise ship off the coast of Greece. We have shared scary and sad news with friends. We have seen other children lose their battles. We said good bye to baby Pierce and his wonderful family as they returned to Oklahoma to shower their precious boy love and comfort. And we have seen other friends looking great. We have never lost faith. We have no reason to. We have never lost hope. We have no reason to. We have, though, worked very hard at keeping Liam and Ella happy and imprinting every laugh, smile, “I love you,” and snuggle on our souls. We have been in our tunnel and completely focused. It has not been easy but who said being a parent was going to be easy? Liam is our hero and Ella his adoring princess in waiting. Liam has made one change about his future plans. He has decided he wants to go to Princeton because it’s not too far from us and their school color is orange, his favorite color. He talks about going to college quite frequently. He can’t wait to learn about science, lightening and electricity stuff. Oh, and be a space guy fixing satellites.

Thank you to everyone who has prayed for us, sent good wishes, musical cards, special treats, visited us at the hospital, visited us at home, brought meals, and been there for us. Your support means the world to us and helps keep us going. Your support allows us to be in The Tunnel focusing on Liam. And without your support this journey would be much, much harder. We are humbled by the outpouring of support we continue to receive and are so incredibly appreciative.

Slaying Liam's Dragons..

After more than 8 hours of surgery by the talented team of Dr.'s  at Memorial Sloan-Kettering Dr. LaQuaglia emerged from the OR to tell us that he has once again spared Liam from the clutches of neuroblastoma. He removed the main tumor that was near his paraspinal region (muscles surrounding and supporting spine but did not involve the spine!) as well as the various lymph nodes that were found to be neuroblaastoma positive from his abdomen leading up to his esophagus. After Dr. LaQuaglia did his part and then Dr. Waldon and her team from radiology came into the OR and administered radiation directly to the areas where Dr. L. found tumor remains as well as a wide area around the tumor bed to eradicate any proliferation. This exact type of inter-operative radiation for a child like Liam is only available at MSKCC and has been perfected over the years to provide positive results. Dr. LaQuaglia used Liams original incision so he will not have another massive scar but did need to extend it some to be able to gain access to the upper chest region to remove the lymph nodes. So you understand the magnitude of this incision, draw a line from your belly button around your side to within an inch of your backbone and you will get the idea. Liam tolerated the surgery well but due to the length of time he was under and intubated he needed to remain on the respirator and was transferred via a special Intensive Care ambulance team directly from MSKCC's Operating Room across the street to Cornell Medical Centers Pediatric Intensive Care unit at around 6:00 p.m. yesterday. he has a chest tube in his side draining fluids from his abdominal area as well as an epidermal to help manage the pain associated with the large incision. 

Then began the game of finding the right combination of pain medication and sedatives to keep him comfortable and sleeping. Unfortunately this is easier said than done. Around 7:30 Liam emerged from his anesthesia and immediately attempted to pull out the respirator tube (he hates it). His heart rate went sky high and remained high for the next hour or so as we worked with the attending Dr. to get his pain and discomfort under control. He would try several more times to remove the tube. He was aware of his surroundings and nodded when Gretchen and I told him we loved him and when we asked him if he as ok. It was not until after 2:00 am that he was finally comfortable and his vitals where we would want them. 

Liam woke up this morning, sat up (if you can even imagine) grabbed his respirator tube and yanked it out. This of course set off a panic in the ICU. His hands were obviously not restrained enough for Liam's determination. We warned them several times last night that he has a will like they rarely see and it takes 5 nurses to give him a shot if he decides he truly does not want it. They now know the Liam we all know and love. They opted not to put the respirator tube back in and he is now breathing on his own with supplemental oxygen. He is also not happy about the oxygen mask on his face. There is a small amount of fluid in one of his lungs that will be monitored throughout the day and hopefully will not cause any complications. He has a tough couple of days ahead and will be required to be up and walking as early as tomorrow. The hope is that he is transferred back to MSKCC late today or tomorrow morning to their step down unit (below ICU critical level care but above general in-patient level monitoring). We know most of the nurses in the unit and look forward to being under their care. The first 48 hours post such a dramatic surgery are the most critical and we have cleared about 16 so he is not out of the woods yet but being off the respirator is a step in the right direction...a step Liam chose to make on his own. Mr. Inquisitive managed to ask Gretchen various questions as to what all of the probes and wires were sticking to and coming out of his body.

I want to thank all of you for your endless support and love. We are all hopeful that this will be the round of treatment that keeps him cancer free.....it has to be. We will try and update the blog as energy and time allows since we know how important Liam is to many of you. Thank you to the dear friends who sat with us yesterday and helped us get through the grueling wait while Liam was in surgery... we love you guys and could not endure this journey without you.

Surgery Moved to Thursday Morning

Liam's surgery has been moved to this Thursday morning with a start time of 8:00 am. I just remembered in my sleep deprived state that I had not yet updated the blog. Sometime today (Wednesday) we will need to tell Liam that he will be going to the operating room again and this is one of the hardest things for us to do. The pressure that is building as we inch toward Thursday is almost unbearable. We have been here before and the imagery is burned into our memories permanently. Parting with Liam as he is taken into the OR gives you an immediate emptiness I cannot describe and that I will never forget. It is a feeling I know I will feel again all too soon. An overwhelming sense of anger, frustration, fear, and sadness.

To Dr. LaQuaglia and the surgery team as well as Dr. Walden and the radiation team; please keep Liam safe and return him to us and all of those who love him free of this cancer once and for all. Please treat him and care for him as if he was your very own son....

Crawling out of our hole...

First I would like to apologize for the silence Gretchen and I have observed for the past few weeks. The reality is that we have not had the strength to write what it is we are experiencing as it only makes it a reality we are not yet prepared to accept. Liam’s relapse caught us and his doctors by surprise. Something neuroblastoma is famous for and why it is such a despised and unwelcome disease. Liam was receiving 3f8 antibodies and doing so well that the thought of him relapsing now was truly not expected. Remember he is scanned every 90 days. 90 days before his last scan there was no tumor. 90 days later a tumor had formed in the rear of his chest cavity and was 2 inches in diameter. It had also spread to various lymph nodes in the area. It is proof of how unrelenting this type of cancer is and why there MUST be better therapies developed for kids like Liam. Over the past few weeks he has been through hell and back and I will spare the finer details but after a high dose round of chemo called ICE he and Gretchen spent 2 full weeks in patient due to neutropenia and a cough that he could not shake. He coughed so hard and so much that he would throw up and every muscle in his body ached from the physical exertion. The chemo knocked his immune system to zero and then some and it took weeks for it to slowly climb back to where his immune system could once again defend him from internal and external germs and bacteria. He has also lost his beautiful head of hair again. He has been recovering from his ordeal in NJ with his little sister since last Wednesday. Ella being without Mommy and her best buddy for two weeks was very hard on her as well. I tried to give her as much love and attention as I could but I am a poor replacement for Mommy and Brother. For the last week he has been playing, eating to regain the weight he lost, and enjoying his home and surroundings as any child should be during their youthful summers.

Next up is a fairly involved surgery that is currently scheduled for next Wednesday though we will know for sure today or tomorrow. The surgery will require a sizeable incision similar to the one he received during his first major operation to remove the original tumor. I was told to expect that he will be in intensive care following the surgery and on a respirator. Meaning he would go across the street to Cornell’s pediatric ICU post surgery until he is able to come off of the respirator. The surgery will be performed by the amazing Dr. Laquaglia and he will remove the new tumor as well as parts of Liam’s lymphatic system (nodes) where the cancer was also detected. The chemo he just received did its job and reduced the tumor by at least 50% so it is now smaller than a golf ball and resectable without additional chemo. During surgery he will receive inter-operative radiation in an effort to eradicate the cells that continue to develop in his abdominal area. Post surgery and recovery he will receive external radiation to the same area as well as the areas where the nodes were located. Post radiation he will receive an additional round of high does chemo and then several rounds of low does chemo and most likely additional rounds of 3f8 antibodies. Even though 3f8 has not managed to control his soft tissue relapses it has in everyone’s belief kept his bone marrow clean and his relapses treatable. The team at MSKCC is confident that Liam will be NED again soon and back on track; we too believe this to be true.

He is an amazing little boy and has taken all that has been thrown at him in perfect stride, never complaining, and always full of love and kindness. He has every right to throw things, scream, yell, cry, and to be miserable but then we would not be talking about Prince Liam.
Liam is in for a very rough couple of weeks. Our hearts ache for our precious son who deserves none of the pain and suffering he has been chosen to endure (no child does). He has had more than his fair share and what lies ahead for him over the coming month weakens my knees. I would take it all for him if it was at all possible. Take his cancer away and give it to me. I have begged God to spare Liam of any further anguish and to place it all on me to endure. It should be my fatherly right to make such a choice. As his father and his mother one of the most painful aspects of this journey for us has been the inability to protect our son from further harm. To protect him from the cancer that keeps trying to take him from us all, the toxic treatments required to keep him with us but that we know are harming him in other ways, and the uncertainty of what tomorrow holds for him. It goes against nature and all we are programmed as parents to do. We have managed to keep up a pretty good façade through most of this journey but you all must know that today we feel the pain more than ever before and why this journal has been so quiet recently. We are tired, saddened, weak, and working to muster the strength to get through the next few weeks to be strong for Liam when he will need us most. Your prayers, good thoughts, and random acts of kindness have given us added strength in the past and why I felt the need to bring everyone up to date on Liam regardless of how difficult it is to share the news above. He needs us all once again to cheer him on and to focus all of our positive energy in his direction. We will provide the exact date and time of the surgery as soon as we know. Sorry again for the silence but our armor took a serious blow this time and has taken a few weeks to recover.

Liam Returns to Battle

It is with heavy hearts that we share with you the unfortunate results of Liam’s most recent scans. The results of which showed that Liam has relapsed in a new area behind his lungs, around the lymphatic system. The 3f8 treatment Liam has been so fortunate to receive does not seem to be the right therapy to keep him free of soft tissue disease. We have been fortunate not to have found disease in his bone marrow but it is a mixed blessing since bone disease is what 3f8 really excels at fighting and the treatment Liam has tolerated well. He received 7 rounds of 3f8, two being high dose, since earlier this year. Cells hiding in soft tissue require that chemo be used to kill them so Liam will start a round of high does as early as tomorrow if not later today. No amount of time can be wasted since the tumors they found were not there 90 days ago and have grown to be approximately 2” in size in a short period of time.

It angered me all weekend to know that the cells were growing and spreading while he ran around the yard, swam, rode his bike, and played with Ella as if his world was in perfect order. The feeling of being completely powerless while something is harming your child right in front of you is a feeling I cannot begin to describe.
Today Liam has an MRI to better understand where the tumors are located since one resides in the soft tissues surrounding the spinal cord. It is most likely in the tissues around the vertebras according to last week’s scans but we need to be certain.

Liam will also have a port surgically implanted back in his chest today so he can receive chemo. The surgery time is not known since he was an add on the schedule so will be squeezed in at some point. He will be really bothered by the ports return both physically and physiologically. It kills us to have to watch him endure so much. We plan to tell him that his blood “still needs more fixing” and he will need more medicine to get the job done. Liam does not know he has cancer, does not know what cancer is, and thinks he is perfectly normal. His innocence has been a major priority of ours throughout the last two and a half years. We know that this time around he will likely question the various treatments and procedures more than ever as he works to process and determine what is really going on. Anyone who knows Liam and knows him well appreciates his relentless curiosity and inquisitive nature.

We are looking in every direction to determine the next best step based on Liam’s situation. We know we must stop and shrink the tumors immediately and then remove whatever is left. Meaning, Liam will likely undergo a major surgery sometime in July. We along with Liam’s team of doctors at MSKCC, along with input from several other top neuroblastoma doctors, will then develop a new game plan to keep him clean. There are a few other options but not as many as you would think or desire. Each will likely include various combinations of chemo as well as new or experimental therapies like NK cell, ABT-751, or MIBG therapy.

We have a most unpleasant and unexpected summer ahead of us. Your support and endless cheering for Liam is what truly keeps us going. Though we are scared, broken, and tired of this journey’s seemingly endless barrage of heartache and pain, it is one we would walk a thousand times over for Liam.

I will leave you with this:
On Friday we returned to our apartment after learning of Liam’s relapse. Gretchen and I were doing our best to act as if nothing was wrong even though we were both crushed and had pretty much had the life sucked out of us. We could not appear as if anything was out of the ordinary even though we were both numb. I walked into Liam’s room with him to find the sun streaming through his bedroom window. He said “Daddy! Daddy look! It’s beautiful! Look at the sunlight” as he held up his arms and basked in it, dancing around! I could not physically respond but I doubt I will ever forget to appreciate the simplicity and beauty of late afternoon sunlight shining through a window. ..yet another lesson from our young Prince.

June 14, 2009

Dear Friends of Prince Liam:

Gretchen and Larry asked me to write you all because they are polishing their armor at the moment, getting ready for battle. On late Friday they were given the news that Liam has had a relapse and will begin a course of chemotherapy treatment beginning Monday. He will also need a fairly complicated and delicate surgery in the upcoming weeks. It has come as a complete, devastating and disappointing surprise especially considering how great Liam looks and feels as everyone who attended his birthday party last weekend can attest.

She and Larry have much to do. Most importantly they must stay strong and rested and focused for Liam. So here are the things that you can do during this part of the journey. Remember that no acts of kindness are wrong-- it's just that some things are more appropriate and more helpful at times like these than others.

If the tone of this seems a little harsh, it isn't meant to be. It is just meant to give Gretchen, Larry, Ella and Liam the greatest amount of practical and helpful support at a stressful, tense and crazy time.

So here goes:


1) NO crying visitors. Only stiff upper lips. They'd love visitors, but only if you come with the intent of showering Liam with joy, either by bringing a craft project to do or a book to read.

2) No chair sitters. They need you if you are ready to run and explore and engage Liam in order to give them a break for a few minutes. For Ella’s friends’ mommies and daddies, Ella cannot be forgotten in this crazy time. She loves playdates but there are times they'll need to cautious of her exposure to others because of the risk it poses to Liam. Please have no one with a cough, cold, sniffle or anyone less than 100% healthy around Ella.

3) Don't ask questions about Liam when he or Ella are around. In fact, please don't ask a lot of questions in general right now about the details or the disease or outcomes. They don't have the answers and answering them is exhausting.

4) No one is allowed in the hospital room who doesn't believe that there is any other outcome than to battle this cancer beast back once again.

5) If you're not a local friend, you can hold a bake sale, buy some cookies (www.cookiesforkidscancer.org), do something to support their efforts to make more treatment options available for this insidious disease.

6) If you're not local and even if you are.... send a handmade card or music card to Liam and one to Ella - they love them.

7) Don't call. It is one more thing that will make them feel like failures as there will not be enough time in the day to take care of Liam and Ella, to calm them, to talk to doctors and nurses, to wage the battle and to rest-- even though that last part is next to impossible.

8) Do send an e-mail instead. Don't expect a reply but know they appreciate your note.

9) Don't ask Liam how he feels or Ella how her brother feels. Liam looks and feels great. When people ask him how he feels, it confuses him because he doesn't understand why people are acting like there's something wrong with him.

10) Pray if you pray, believe, hope, send love and good thoughts and only wonderful intentions during this time. We will take all of the powers of the universe right now. And know that we love you for your friendship and support....

Lee Woodruff who shares a birthday with Liam

Jet Packs and Grass Stains

4/09 - Yes, I DO still fit in my dump truck!


4/09 - Glorious Hair


May 3 – 10 Days until Liam’s 5th Birthday

Jet Packs and Grass Stains

There’s a post at the end of this entry that was written on the two-year anniversary of Liam’s diagnosis. I was angry, grateful, defeated, hopeful, sad but trying to remain happy when I wrote it. I was going to post it, and then another child lost their battle which sent me reeling in a sea of conflicting emotions. I froze. And then another child lost their battle and I remained frozen to write but not to love Liam and Ella like there is no tomorrow. It is a powerful and poignant gift to be taught the fragility of life. It is also a suffocating and smothering burden at times to carry. Yes, Liam will walk across a brilliant green lawn to pick up his university diploma and look back over his shoulder once he has it in hand with a twinkle in his eye saying, “what’s the big deal?”, but the road it’s going to take to get him to that milestone is going to be one without a map to guide us. I’ve always felt more comfortable having a map for guidance, but I’ve also been pretty good relying on instinct to guide me. I like going with the, “I feel like if we go this way, we’ll get there” guidance system. It worked when I was studying in Europe, why can’t it work in this situation?

I found my writing voice with the help of a steady stream of postcards from London that have never ceased their regular appearance in our mailbox in two years; the encouragement of friends who gently prodded me along; the weekly arrival of proceeds from Cookies for Kids’ Cancer bake sales and, most of all, Liam’s good health which proved to be the salve I needed to cover those wounds.

Without further adieu, Liam is good. He’s so good in so many ways. And every day we try to drink it all in, savor the good times and believe they will go on and on and on while also hoping that the advancements in treatment that are being worked on will become available as quickly as possible for Liam and all of his friends.

He’s growing up in so many ways. He’s practicing writing letters. He's interested in learning how to spell and wants to learn how to read “in two weeks.” He made the very astute observation that he likes a pacifier for the same reason other people like cigarettes. He just does. But after two years of relying and depending on his pacie to comfort him during cancer treatment, he has retired his beloved friend because it was making him “say words funny.” He did make the condition that he can have his pacie during owie medicine week because “it helps me.” He also announced he wanted to go to “word class” to learn how to say words the right way. (We’ve added a weekly speech therapy class to his schedule which he loves.) (The pacifier does come comes out of hiding during hospital weeks, but that’s just fine with me.) He switched from kid’s toothpaste to the toothpaste Daddy uses, because he likes how it tastes “spicy.” He can watch a movie to the end and be completely engaged. (Ella tends to get bored and wants to move on to something else.) He wants to know about everything from dinosaurs and the life cycle of toad eggs, to plumbing and how gasoline makes engines go. Space and the solar system is a hot topic for him and we have watched countless videos showing sun flares and sun spots. We spend a lot of time looking up videos on YouTube that will explain the latest fascination. A jet pack constructed using two empty liter bottles, duct tape, cotton balls and glitter that was a gift from twins Robbie and Stevie have become a part of his daily uniform. He wears his jet pack to school, to the grocery store, running around the yard, and is convinced it makes him run faster. For months the jet pack went unused as Liam just didn’t have the energy to think about being an astronaut. But now he wears it all day to help him get from point A to B faster and hangs it on his bed post at night to keep it close by. If you ask Ella what she’s going to be when she grows up, she very assuredly responds, “I’m going to be a princess and Liam’s going to be a space guy.” Last weekend he spent time running up and then down a hill of bright green spring grass over and over and over. He would run down as fast as his legs could carry him while squealing in glorious delight and fall into the grass. Again and again he made the trek up the hill and the run down. When he eventually tired, he was surprised to find his knees were stained a bright green color. As he contemplated the green color on his knees, I wanted to fall on my knees in grateful thanks that he could experience something so fundamental.

What’s next?
Since the last update, Liam has completed two more rounds of antibodies which brings him up to six including two at a dose four times the amount of “regular” dose. The first four rounds are administered at three week intervals which are more like two and a half when you take into account that injections start the Wednesday before antibodies begin. The scheduled has now changed to every six to eight weeks which represents a huge turning point for us. It is the first time the leash with the hospital has had this much slack since July. He also has successfully navigated another round of scans and endured two bone marrow procedures with good results. (There were a few knee-weakening moments during his most recent MIBG scan which left me with the spine of a jellyfish while waiting for the results, but all turned out well.) He is on round four of Accutane with, thankfully, minimal side effects. Accutane is given two-weeks on and two-weeks off for a total of six cycles. (There’s a small book of warnings about the potential scary side effects that come with taking Accutane, along with very official paperwork including a registration card with the Federal government.) We’ve had worrisome moments along the way, some of which rocked my foundation enough that I couldn't write about them and instead had to reflect on what happened and come to peace with. The one lesson I am constantly reminded of is trust your instincts. If you feel something isn't right, it probably isn't. His next round of antibodies is scheduled for 5/18 and his three-month scans June 11 and 12. As hard as antibody treatment is, we remain faithful it is the right path. We’re squeezing in a vacation out of the country to an island far away from Memorial Sloan-Kettering before his next round of scans.


Liam and Ella Stories:

I love you
We spend a lot of time saying the three glorious words, “I love you” and extolling how much love we have for each other. With Liam’s solar system fascination comes a new way to measure love. Liam knows the planets in the solar system and their position and declares that he loves us “to Pluto and Back and Pluto and Back and Pluto and Back and Pluto and Back and Pluto and Back.” We always tell each other we love each other before we leave the house and have lots of group hugs. When Liam or Ella is going somewhere without the other, they seek each other to give each other a heartfelt hug and kiss goodbye with the assurance that they’ll be together again soon. They hug and kiss each other before going to bed. They comfort each other and say unprompted, “I love yous” to each other throughout the day. They are so close both emotionally and physically that they are often asked if they are twins. They decided they like the idea of being twins and now tell anyone who asks that yes, they are twins.

Snuggle Bunny
Larry was the one to coin the phrase snuggling like snuggle bunnies with the kids as he curled them into him to offer warmth and comfort. We’ve spent a lot of time snuggling with both children – Liam to sooth him while dealing with pain and discomfort and Ella for reassurance and extra attention during difficult times. There’s no greater joy than feeling a child nuzzled next to you. Liam and Ella have now adopted the phrase. Liam frequently asks Daddy to “snuggle with him like a snuggle bunny” or says, “Daddy – Let’s be snuggle bunnies” when he’s looking for some quiet time. Liam and Ella have started sleeping together on weekends in Liam’s “big bed.” As they climb into bed together, one of them will say to the other, “Do you want to snuggle like snuggle bunnies?”


How Old Are You?
I can’t count the number of times that Liam or Ella says something that makes me either laugh out loud or smile an incredulous smile of amazement. It’s a daily occurrence. Liam routinely tells cab drivers to have a nice day and asks when he’s going to see them again with an innocence and earnestness that makes you want to scoop him up and hug and kiss him. When a friend and her family were recently leaving after an afternoon visit, Liam turned and said, “They’re really nice people. That was really nice of them to come visit us. I hope they come back again soon.” As Ella and I were walking, she turned to me and said, “Mommy – Wasn’t it hilarious when we were in Disney?” She’s three. When did she learn the word “hilarious?” One of Liam’s favorite words is beautiful from declaring it’s a beautiful day, a beautiful grilled cheese, beautiful flowers or beautiful scene in a movie.

Ned or NED?
NED is what every parent of a child with cancer or adult cancer patient wants to achieve. The acronym means, “No Evidence of Disease.” There are some parents who never hear those words and others who have a very, very hard road trying to attain the status. Cancer is always on my mind. It’s always there but I try to act as “normal” as possible. A few weeks ago as we were returning from New Jersey to New York, I saw a new billboard that jolted me. In huge letter the billboard read NED with a phone number after it. Why in the world would a cancer term I never heard of until entering this stranger alter-universe be on a billboard? Why? NED? NED! And what was the phone number to…a cancer center? And then I noticed underneath the word NED , it said “Gutter Cleaner.” Ned is a gutter cleaner who is advertising his services.

Liam”isms”
- “Mommy – I’m very serious about science, blood and electricity. Very serious.”
- “I think I’m getting smarter because my brain is getting bigger.”

Marathon Man
Liam has a jersey and medal from the 2008 NYC Marathon. They were given to him by his friend and supporter Marci who has run in the past two NYC Marathons as a member of Fred’s Team. The money raised by Fred’s Team goes directly to the pediatric floor at Memorial Sloan-Kettering with a chunk of it directed to the costs associated with manufacturing 3F8 antibodies. Marci is an “after cancer” friend who has been so gracious and unwavering in her commitment, even for a family she doesn’t know outside of the world of cancer. Lately Liam has taken to running around with the purple and orange Fred’s team jersey on, with the medal around his neck, and his head popping out of the arm hole of a t-shirt to act like he has long hair flowing behind him. He runs from one end of the apartment to the other yelling, “I’m a winner!! I’m a winner!!” with Ella faithfully following behind.

Who Let the Dogs Out?
Last Valentine’s Day Liam received more than 10,000 Valentine’s Cards from all over the country thanks to the heroic efforts of one of our many North Carolina friends, Julie Yenichek. We saved every Valentine card and quite often Liam and Ella go through the boxes looking at the cards and asking who each one is from. They, of course, assume we know every person who sent cards. All we need to know is that each person sending cards was doing it in support of Liam and our family, something I will be eternally grateful. One of the cards played music, the song “Who Let the Dogs Out.” That song has become a favorite. It’s on my iPod and played in the car, on the computer and, of course, the original card. The kids sing the chorus over and over again and both have become quite proficient at mimicking the singer. To whoever sent that card, you have no idea how much joy that card has brought us. We still have it, more than a year later, and it still makes us all laugh. Thank you to the person who sent that card and to everyone who sent Valentine’s cards. Even today, they still bring us so much joy.


And here is the original post I wrote on the 2nd anniversary of Liam’s diagnosis.

State of the Union - 24 months and more than 200 injections later.
February 27th is the day we found out Liam had a tumor in his belly. No one said he had cancer on that day. It was a Monday. We stayed in the hospital in New Jersey that night; the very hospital where he was born 2 years and 9 months earlier. I still vividly remember the day of his birth, looking at him for the very first time and thinking he was just perfect and realizing that in an instant my life and my heart would never be the same. I still think he is just perfect. The day after we learned Liam had a large tumor in his belly was the first day the word oncologist and cancer entered our world. It was the day we knew we were in a bad place with our baby boy. It was the day I crumbled to the floor when I was told the news that he had the worst of the two cancers they thought it could be and, as icing on the cake, it was stage IV which means it was the absolute worst it could be. Liam was still unconscious from anesthesia, resting on a CT scan bed next to me. If he had been awake, I wouldn’t have collapsed. The only reason I did was because he couldn’t see me. I’ve tried so very, very hard to never let Liam see fear in all of our time at the hospital, but I haven’t always been successful. There were two times he has seen it and both times after he asks a million questions about why I was upset. I’ve tried so very, very hard to approach this as just something we have to do and nothing unusual. We are so fortunate to live close by making it fairly easy to transition from one home to two. Ella was too young to realize anything was different and Liam understood the explanation that Daddy and Mommy wanted to have him and Ella closer to where we work. “Curious George has two homes, a city home and a country home, and so do we.” He accepted it and we moved to the city and moved on.
Two years later we’re still in a very precarious state but are still living. We’ve learned to deal with things we never thought we could. I have now learned how to give injections and have pierced my son’s skin at least 182 times while Larry plays the heavy handler to keep him still. Larry learned how to do dressing changes in a sterile environment while I held, soothed and restrained a very upset little boy. And together we have learned to take nothing for granted and never get too comfortable with status quo.
We’ve made amazing new friends. We’ve lost touch with others. We’ve been buoyed by the support of so many, from around the world. We’ve had victories. We’ve had setbacks. But we have never lost faith. We get scared more easily than we did before the spot was found in July, but we try to keep that fear contained. It’s the genie in the bottle we don’t like to let out. We have learned to love as if there is no tomorrow and for that, we hope our children have benefitted. They tell us and each other, “I love you,” more times than we can count a day. We also have had hard times. A couple adjusting to this new world certainly has its fair share of challenges. Men and women are different in the way they process information and for many, many months Larry and I have not been able to talk directly to each other about Liam’s diagnosis. It’s just too painful. We talk around it. We talk about things related to it. We talk about safe topics, but we don’t talk about Liam. We talk about cancer every day. But we generally don’t talk about it in relationship to Liam. The way I deal with it is the way I have to deal with it. And the way Larry deals with it is the way he has to deal with it. We respect each other enough to not judge how each has chosen to handle. What we do share and are both completely committed to is loving our children with our hearts and souls and doing everything in our power to change not only Liam’s statistics but also every child dealing with a devastating diagnosis of cancer and, in the process, hopefully preventing more families from having to hear not only the awful words, “Your child has cancer” but even worse, “there is no cure and virtually no funding to support research to find a cure.”
We have divided responsibilities but not without it taking a toll. Ella and her daddy have a special relationship that, I suspect, is more than the classic Daddy/Daughter relationship. Liam and I have a unique relationship that doesn’t require words since each instinctively knows how the other feels. As the one who has done the bulk of the hospital time, there are many times I’ve felt like either Sigourney Weaver in “Alien” or the mom character in “The Terminator” movies doing battle with the enemy to protect my child from a morphing alien that just keeps coming back no matter what we do to keep it away. We have leaned heavily on others and have been grateful for the support from so many. Battling cancer is an isolating, all-encompassing and exhausting job. We try to return the overwhelming amount of goodwill by doing our best to keep Liam healthy and as a couple stay strong. We have learned to batten down the hatches and focus on what is truly important, protecting Liam, something that hasn’t come without the cost of friendships. The team we all play on is Team Liam. Even Ella has learned to be more compassionate and sensitive than any 3-year old should be because of Liam’s situation. We’re still as much in the battle today as we were 24 months ago which, quite frankly, is draining. And we have more than 4 ½ years ahead of us of sitting on pins and needles and watching everything. Everything. Right now the pins and needles are in a heightened sense of awareness as scans approach and Liam has been displaying a variety of seemingly innocuous symptoms but collectively amount to worry. Are these symptoms nothing? Are they related to Accutane? Is it something? Is it nothing? It is exhausting and I bet it’s also exhausting to be a supporter of us. This is a long battle and one that would be easy to tire of.
The reality is we now know of more children who have not made it than who have, something that unfortunately reflects the statistics. I guess numbers really don’t lie. We take each loss very personally whether it’s a child we knew or only knew of. It sets us back. We get angry. We get sad. We get scared. The searing pain of the loss of a child is the same anywhere in the world. Recently a little girl in China lost her battle against neuroblastoma. She was in the midst of receiving the same type of antibodies Liam receives at a hospital in Hong Kong. It is the only other institution other than Memorial Sloan-Kettering where 3F8 antibodies are available, something that will soon be changing. The words the mother wrote about the loss of her sweet baby girl seared a new scar on my heart. This is what we’re fighting for…to help impact change that will be felt around the world. It is our responsibility to do whatever we can, because we can. And I believe in my heart that we will. We already are. Every person who reads this journey knows at least 50 people who also love children and can pass the word along. And then those people can pass the message along to another 50 people. And the message of “Yes We Can” will spread the farthest reaches, even those beyond our wildest expectations. What is happening to my child could be happening to your child or any child. I look at the children in Liam’s sweet and innocent class and am sometimes overcome with emotion seeing how normal he looks. You’d never know what he has been through. Liam didn’t get cancer for any reason other than an awful shuffle of the cards of life. He didn’t deserve it. No child does. But to change it we have to work together. It’s literally up to us to say enough is enough.

My birthday wish this past August was for 50 bake sales to be registered. It didn’t happen. We were close, but we didn’t reach the number. Mother’s Day and Liam’s 5th birthday are coming up. For Mother’s Day as my gift in honor of my son who is the reason I am a mommy and his sister who loves him more than anything, I have a request for those who read our journey. I know there are 50 people who can help us reach the goal of having 50 bake sales registered by Mother’s Day. There is nothing that would make my heart happier and my soul affirmation. Now, with that said, I always hesitate mentioning a hope like this because I don’t want to be disappointed. But then I remind myself that it doesn’t really matter if something makes me feel uncomfortable…cancer is uncomfortable. There’s nothing comfortable about it. And who am I to worry about protecting my own feelings? This isn’t about me or my feelings…this is about Liam and his fellow warriors and the need to believe we did everything we can for him and for every child. After all, doesn’t every child deserve a fighting chance?

Early February 2009

Stories and Vignettes from Round 2 of Regular Dose of Antibodies.

Monday Monday.
Monday, February 2nd was tough. Mondays are always tough in a week of antibodies. The song, “Tell Me Why I Don’t Like Mondays,” plays on a continuous loop in my head as I try to reason, explain, cajole, plead and finally grab Liam to restrain him for a finger stick. It really is no fun. He curls his fingers into the palm of his hand with such strength that it takes two adults to uncurl one finger. He cries, screams, begs me not to do it, protests, yells “no…no…no…no…no” over and over again and kicks with the strength of a donkey. I feel awful restraining him. I feel like I’m betraying his trust and hope and pray he’ll forgive me. And then it’s over and he bounces back to being Liam. Unfortunately I don’t bounce back as quickly but try to shake off the experience since he apparently already has.

The insertion of the peripheral line in a vein in his arm was equally unpleasant. He was nervous about it, understandably so, and kept asking seemingly random questions that were not at all random about the process for about 24 hours prior to the actual deed. “How big is the needle?” “Is it going to hurt?” “How does the little tubie stay in?” “How does the needle come out?” And when we finally had a bed, in one of the shared room, the real assault began. First the shot. OK, done. Then, the peripheral line. It’s not that either Liam (or I) would prefer to still have a medical port and the stress associated with a temperature over 100.4, but to a 4 ½ year old the concept of a needle piercing a vein is tough. We had a different nurse than we normally do which added to his discomfort. We were in a different room than normal which also got him off kilter. (“Mommy – Why are we in this room?” “Mommy – When are we going to go to our room?”) This time it took three adults to restrain him in order to get the task completed. I have never seen Liam like this. He literally was hysterical with fear. And then unfortunately our poor nurse hit a valve when inserting the needle and had to abandon her attempt to access that vein. Out came the needle. We had to do it all over again with a fresh arm. As we were trying to keep him still, he was trying to do anything he could to stop the process. I heard the nurse calmly but firmly saying, “Liam – You can’t bite. You can scream and yell, but you can’t bite.” He hadn’t bitten her…yet…but he was a cornered animal looking for any escape. OK. Did I mention how much I hate Mondays? After it was finally over, he almost immediately fell asleep in my arms. And the final part of the day’s assault…the administering of antibodies. Now, just to make sure I am clear, I am not complaining about antibodies….not in the least. I am grateful for the opportunity to receive them. I can justify the pain knowing what it can and hopefully is doing. But I’d be lying if I said a piece of my heart isn’t ost every time I go through the experience of hearing my sweet, sweet guy cry out in agonizing pain. But would he have pain this round, the tell tale sign that the treatment is working. This is the part of the twisted story where you nervously and hopefully wait for the pain. Come on pain…show your face. Wait. No. What am I saying? I’m wishing pain on my child? But as crazy as it sounds, that’s exactly what I’m doing. And then it started. And everything was good. Sort of.

When he was in recovery mode, he called out to Cat, his gal pal nurse who has spent more time with us during antibodies including the very first time we went through the experience. Cat is the nurse he has shared a cab with which makes her extra special in Liam’s mind. Cat is the one whose name I urgently called out over and over when Liam became unresponsive back in the fall which makes her extra for me too . With slurred speech and droopy eyes, Liam gingerly called out for her. “Caaaaaaaaaaaaaat. I want you to ride in the cab with us.” And Cat promised Liam she would. After Liam had recovered enough to be able to moved to lay down in his stroller, he insisted on giving out the special Disney character pens to his doctors and nurses and others who play pivotal roles in his life that came back from our recent pilgrimage to the Magic Kingdom. We tried to convince him to do it another day, but he insisted on doing it right then and there. Cat pushed the stroller. I carried the bags that come along with Liam when he’s at the hospital. Liam clutched a plastic bag filled with a collection of Mickey, Minnie, Tinkerbell, Donald, Chip and Dale, Goofy and Pluto pens. Liam would reach into the bag and through blurry eyes determine which character should be matched with which person who he thinks of as friends but whom are part of a highly-skilled medical team working very hard on his behalf. I’m not sure if it was a coincidence or planned that Goofy was deemed a good match for Dr. Kushner and Linda received Chip and Dale which, if said fast, sounds like the famous and talented male dancers.

When we finally left the hospital, Liam was snuggled in his stroller wrapped in blankets and dozing in a narcotic haze. He didn’t appreciate the blast of cold air that greeted us. And removing him from his stroller cocoon was not easy. When the cab pulled up to the train station to drop off Cat, she quietly exited to let him continue sleeping. He, though, was conscious enough to know she was leaving. “Caaaat….wait…” His voice sounded so small and weak. Cat came back. “You forgot to give me a kiss and a hug.” She gave him a kiss. “Caaat. A hug too.” And after her very long Monday, she leaned down to give Liam a very tender hug amidst all his owies. We said our good byes again and she was on the curb when he urgently called out to her again. “Caaat. Caaat. Wait. I have to ask you something.” Once again, she came back and leaned next to him. “Caaat. Um…Um…Um….Caat. What kind of soap do you use in the shower?” “What kind of soap do I use? Ah…Let me think…cucumber melon. It’s green.” And with that information, Liam finally allowed Cat to depart.

The next day when we arrived, Cat presented Liam with a bottle of cucumber melon soap. I’m taking that bottle of soap and packing it in Liam’s bag to use in the shower at the Y after his weekly swimming lessons.



Conversation between Liam and Ella overheard on Thursday morning, February 5th around 10:30 a.m. on day four of round 2 of regular dose antibodies.

Liam: “Ella, when I come home from the hospital I’m going to have owies and I need you to not make any noise. So you can’t drop the blocks when you’re building a horse barn with Daddy like you did last night. I don’t like that noise. It’s not that I don’t love you, I just have owies. But I only have one more day of owies after today.”

Ella: “OK Liam. I know Liam.”


NASCAR – Staying in the Race
At some point during the week, I had an epiphany that the life of a pediatric cancer patient is similar to a NASCAR car. Let me preface this by saying that I don’t know too much about NASCAR, but I do recognize a few drivers and have always been impressed by the sense of community in the NASCAR world. My impression of NASCAR cars is that during a race, pit crews do whatever they can to get a race car back onto the race track, even if the solutions are slightly unorthodox. It’s all about staying in the race, even if driving under challenging conditions. When you look around at kids in various states of treatment, some with hair but most without, some able to walk and some not, some looking present and accounted for with others looking far off and distant, some zipping around like there are no issues with others being a bit more tentative, I was struck with the feeling of being in the middle of a NASCAR race. You hear parents talking about treatment options and plans like they’re no big deal. “Yeah, we’re going to do another round of high-dose chemo,” or “We’ll do 20 more hits of radiation to the tumor bed,” or “We’ll be getting an injection of radioactive isotopes that will attach directly to cancer cells and I can’t touch or be near my child for a week until he isn’t radioactive.” In our world, a treatment option is better than no option, but oh how unbelievably abnormal it all is. Fix ‘em up and get ‘em back in. It’s just crazy.

A short Liamism
(Liam to Grandpa Rich in Michigan following surgery to repair a shoulder injury.)

“Grandpa, why are you getting old?”


Liam and Barack
Liam is making a movie. We actually have several takes of it and if I could figure out how to get the movie downloaded from my phone, I’d be happy to show it. He heard that Barack Obama smokes and is quite disturbed by it. His concern is not that Barack will get cancer, Liam doesn’t know the word cancer or what it means, but that Barack’s brain will get hurt from smoking which is what he saw in a commercial. He decided, on his own, to make a movie for Barack to tell him to stop smoking and decided the best place to shoot the movie would be at “his” hospital. Of course the irony of a 4 ½ year old cancer patient who doesn’t know he’s a cancer patient or, for that matter, even a patient making a movie about why smoking is bad from a hospital that only treats cancer is a little overwhelming, but that’s another story. In the movie, Liam emphatically tells Barack that smoking is bad, really bad, and if he doesn’t stop he’ll have to go to a hospital. And then, because he’s 4 ½ and more interested in playing, closes his movie by asking Barack to come over to his house to play. Oh, and then snorts like a pig to close the movie.

A new love: Wall-e
The new favorite movie in our house is Wall-e. He has watched the move so many times we can’t count and asked so many questions about recycling and space travel that we also can’t count. He loves Wall-e and turns toys in his collection that make noises that sound like Wall-e into Wall-e. One of his favorite parts about the movie is the theme song by Peter Gabriel. He loves the song, so much so that we downloaded it for him to listen to over and over. He wanted to know the words, so we looked them up so that he could learn them. When we’re in the car, he sings along to the song in his sweet, squeaky voice. If you have a chance, listen to the song and hear Liam’s little voice singing along emphatically singing, “We’re coming down to the ground!”

Cinderella
One of the activities we took part in during our storming of Walt Disney World was breakfast with the princesses. We arrived at Cinderella’s Castle and waited in line with lots of little princes and princesses, but mainly princesses, waiting their turn to greet Cinderella. We’re not big on the princess circuit yet. I couldn’t even identify Belle or Princess Jasmine so the whole concept of meeting the princesses was interesting but certainly didn’t have my kiddies in the frenzy of excitement that it did with other children decked out in their princess outfits. When our turn came, the red velvet rope let us into the special area with Cinderella. Ella was completely shy but Liam stepped right up to say hello. He was quite taken with Cinderella’s beautiful blue dress and perfectly coiffed hair complete with princess headband. He cocked his head to the side, put a hand on his hip and innocently said to Cinderella, “Ah, we’re going upstairs for breakfast…would you like to join us?” Cinderella clearly was taken aback. She laughed and explained in her princess voice that she was very busy greeting other knights and princesses but would be upstairs later and be happy to stop by to see him. And then, being Liam, he paused, furrowed his brow, put his hand on his hip, cocked his head and said, “We have a really pretty hotel room. Would you like to come over and play?” Cinderella was quite gracious as she tried to explain that she had previous engagements. I was quite surprised, impressed and proud. And then, snap, the picture was taken of all of us surrounding Cinderella. During the rest of our trip to Disney Liam would declare whenever he saw Cinderella, “there’s my friend!” He also hijacked all of the Cinderella dolls in the collections of princesses Ella collected during our trip. Since we’ve returned from Disney, there is a Cinderella positioned on the dresser next to his bed in the city home (what I think of as the “hospital home”) and on the top of the headboard in the country home (the home I think of as home). Cinderella, you might have made the biggest mistake in your life. I think you should have taken Liam up on his offer to come over and play.

Names.
There are times I get stuck in a freeze frame state. My body is functioning and it looks like it’s moving, but my heart is frozen. Someone will get tough news, and I freeze as I take on that family’s weight. A child will lose their battle and I freeze with a noose wrapped around my heart. I go to this place where I feel vacant and empty and the only time I really feel like I can snap out of it is when I’m with Liam and Ella. The thing I didn’t think was possible just recently happened. I now know so many children who have lost their cancer battles that names are being repeated. There are two Jessies. Two. Two Jessies who should still be here; One who was on the cusp of spreading her wings and starting her senior year of high school, and another who was in kindergarten getting ready to embark on her school career. One Jessie was Liam’s first and much older girlfriend and the other a roommate with us during one of our hospital stays. There are so, so many who share names who are in treatment, something I didn’t think possible. And the faces of those children who have been lost are permanently etched in my memory bank. I have snapshots of children burned into my memory bank. A smile seen in the playroom while tackling a Scooby Doo video game. A grimace during a painful post-operative walking session to get a body moving again. A chorus of happy birthday for a 5th birthday. (I can’t sing happy birthday without welling up with tears.) Those names and faces give me inspiration. They’re also incredibly painful. There are two Jacks who are back in the thick of the battle, both for a second time. Those Jacks and their families are with me all the time. There were two Zachary’s but one lost his battle this past fall. The names go on and on and sometimes it just gets so overwhelming. No one said life was fair and I’m not feeling sorry for myself, but come on powers that be…can we give kids a break? Seriously…let’s let kids be kids and save the crappy stuff for adults.