All My Life's a Circle - Love you Weetie!

Where to begin? On Friday July 8th this world lost the most amazing Husband, Father, Brother and Friend. It is with a broken heart that I write this post, but the one thing my Dad wanted out of this blog is to let others know we were in this together. I won't spend much time talking about my Dad's decline, but focusing on his love. 

If you follow his blog, it has been a while since he last posted. Dad had two more trips back to Duke this past spring, one in March and the last in May. His last scan at Duke had some progression, and yet still determined to fight, he opted to take the chemo, for more precious time.  You see, his fourth grand baby was on the way, and I think he was waiting for her. Amylia Mary was brought into this world on 6/29 by one of the strongest and most amazing women I know, my sister Jenae. The one thing my Dad always told me is that you can never truly know the love a Daddy has for his little girl. He would say "To have a little girl is the best. It is like all the good and beauty of your loving wife distilled into one little package, without any faults." He was so proud to know that my brother, Chris, would know what that love felt like. And at last, our little football team has a girl! 

And so, my Dad passed peacefully at his home, surrounded by his closest Friend, Craig, his loving, devoted wife, and all four of his kids (Chris, Jenae, Keegan and myself (Heather)). To know my Dad, you would know he loved a good laugh and lots of good music. I won't share many details of that afternoon, as it was happy and beautiful and special to those he wanted to share it with and we will keep those memories close in our hearts. For those of you who know him, he left this world wearing his Rogue Dead Guy T-shirt (Get it? "Dead man walking" he said with a chuckle...), Seahawks Champions Hat on, listening to Van Morrison. I am proud to say his last words to us were "I love you all. I love you." and with that he let go. 

I want to say that my Dad's sole focus in life was on giving us (and many others) love and stability and that is what we had till the end with him and still have with each other. 

Mom, you are stronger than you know. Breathe in, Breathe out and look for the hummingbird. He is with us and I love you.

Jenae, my cancer partner in crime, we did it! We took good care of him and the strength of love I have for you has no bounds and no words. I will forever be grateful for the love you show our family. Thank you, I love you.

Keegan, my Dad told me how thankful he was for your love and strength. He loved playing guitar with you, watching the Hawks win (and lose, but we won't go there), and cooking shrimp on the barbee on Sundays. My love for you is deep and endless.

Chris, we lost our best friend. This hurts, it's real but its real good too, he would want us to remember that. How lucky are we to have had this man raise us and see our babies come into this world? He may not be sitting in his chair but we are part of him and he will forever be part of us. I love you.

For Poppa's babies Brogan Lyden, Kesten Daye, Nolan James and Amylia Mary, your Poppa loved you! Oh how he loved you! He wrote this blog for you so that you would remember and know him. Remember and know to Be Kind, Be Open and Giving, Be Brave and Thoughtful! Work Hard! Smile, Laugh often and Love Deeply! Share a Good Meal. Listen to Good Music and Dance!

Let me please also say the outpouring of love from so many different people who knew my Dad is really just amazing. He loved big, wide and great, our Big Poppa. All those who have reached out and shared their good times are showing us just how big his love was. Thank you for that and all of your love and support!

So, now what? My Dad has donated his "Abby-Normal" brain (Young Frankenstein...Craig, get it?)  to the tumor researchers at Duke, so we will send part of him back one more time, in great hopes that they may find a cure or it will help someone else along the way. And, well I think... we remember him the best way we can... with a great Irish Wake! We will have a Wake on 7/23 in Issaquah. Please send pictures and memories to "skipsmemorial98027@gmail.com".

My Dad would want us to laugh, love, hug each other and remember the good times with good music. Let's do that!

All my life's a circle, sunrise and sundown

The moon rolls through the nighttime, till the daybreak comes around

All my life's a circle but I can't tell you why

The season's spinnin' round again the years keep rollin' by

It seems like I've been here before, I can't remember when

But I got this funny feelin' that I'll be back once again

There's no straight lines make up my life and all my roads have bends

There's no clear-cut beginnings and so far no dead-ends

I found you a thousand times I guess you've done the same

But then we lose each other it's just like a children's game

But as I see you here again, a thought runs through my mind

Our love is like a circle, let's go 'round one more time

All my life's a circle, sunrise and sundown

The moon rolls through the nighttime, till the daybreak comes around

All my life's a circle but I can't tell you why

The season's spinnin' round again, the years keep rollin' by

Oh all my life's a circle, sunrise and sundown

The moon rolls throught the nighttime till the daybreak comes around

All my life's a circle but I can't tell you why

The season's spinnin' round again, the years keep rollin' by

- Harry Chapin

A new perspective

I got a Peaceful, easy feeling,and I know you won't let me down. Cuz I'm already standing on the ground.


                                                         Jack Tempchin
                                                         Performed by the Eagles


  I have a confession to make. Since I was 8 or so I have loved baseball. Growing up we listened to the Denver Bears, a triple A minor league team for the White Sox. I remember listening to the radio from my mom's or my Grandmas sitting on the porch and enjoying the great games of summer.

  When we moved to Seattle, one of my favorite thing's was that they had  a major league baseball team. When the kids were 4 or 5, we would pack up a little dinner, take a thermos of coffee and we could get to see Gaylord Perry, or Bo Jackson, Ken Griffey Sr., and Ken Griffey Jr, Harold Raines, all Major league players for under 20 bucks we would be immersed in true , real Major League players. The memories of playing catch, talking baseball, and spending exceptional time as a family together is a great part of the foundation that is our family.

   One of my favorite new vernaculars, is ... Journeyman player. This word explains that, if you are a hard worker, not a superstar, not a key player, you are a journeyman player. The very definition is a hard worker who brings his lunch box and works hard to complete his job.

    I respect that. I respect that because I relate to that. I have been a journeyman electrician for 39 years. I show up, I do the best I can, and I try to take work seriously and I will work with as much as I have possible to make peoples lives better, happier, and to feel complete at the end of the day. I live in a world full of Journeymen workers. Plumbers, painters, carpenters, chocolatiers, nurses, stereo installers, housekeepers, landscapers, bus drivers, police officers, stay at home moms, and caregivers. We get up, we pack it up, and even when we are tired, worn, broke, and beat back, we get in the next day to persevere the battle. Here's a respect to all who work, fight, and enjoy every day.

    I have known I have had Glioblastoma Multiforme for 20 months. The original shock, the education about cancer, the times spent with staples,the months of chemo, radiation, the infusions, the blood draws, and my now 8 trips to Duke university, I feel that I have earned Journeyman status in GBM. It is a tiring, but honorable badge of commitment to fighting with everything I have to get more time.

   Getting accepted at Duke University for a clinical trial is an honor. I am blessed to try to attain a victory against a very certain deadly disease. I am willing to bring my lunch, do whatever I can, to get a while longer in this life. Thank God, Duke gives me hope.

   We will see in another couple of months, if the Inflammation goes down and the tumor disappears
.If it does, we have saved some more valuable time.If it doesn't, my Dr. and friend, Vlahovick, comforts me and says "she has a plan".I take large comfort in that.

   For those of you have been recently diagnosed, I am so sorry for you. It's hard to be diagnosed with this treacherous disease. For those who support us, thank you! My eyes have opened to see the blessing that our caring circle of people are. you all make my life, my thoughts, your caring, I lay down at night and smile. Life is a gentle blessing showing the kindness and Love that gives us the strength to continue to fight, even when we are worn and tired.

  Keep positive thought's. My head feels relatively good. If you need to talk, I am pretty Journeyman
as a Cancer fighter! Let me know if you have questions, and I'll try to help you through the roller coaster of GBM.

Thanksgiving....so soon?

Savannah, photoshopped in as a little Girl (betcha forgot I had this?)

            Hello my fellow travelers! I hope you are all well and swimming upstream as we are! We are in the heart of our clinical trial and planning the next trip to Duke University November 23rd 2015. We will have the usual lab work, blood draws, and dreaded MRI . The beauty is that Heather, my daughter is going down with me. I Love her voice and amazingly positive attitude. She is a harbor in a wild winter sea in my life and even if things don't go positive, she will make me smile and be thankful she is there with me.

        As I have probably told you all, Thanksgiving is my forever favorite holiday. It not is only  a great fellowship day, but as you know, we get Friday off as well. Nothing better than a 4 day Holiday! And more importantly the chance to be so thankful for our blessings we call life.

          I am so lucky to have a circle of friends, family and generally just wonderful people in my life, that I cannot describe how blessed I am. This is a terribly hard roller coaster of a life, we are constantly battling with adversity, strife, and cost's. The people around us help us, hug us, and prove that Love is so strong. We have people who support us, hold us and make us realize that life is about continuing to fight and challenge this battle! I am very blessed to have people lifting us up and supporting us as we try to battle this horrible cancer. I am truly thankful to everyone!

        When the kids still lived at home, we would always make it a tradition to ask the, "What are you thankful for?" This year, I am thankful for all those that have helped us through the year of hope. You have all been so unselfish, that it makes me overwhelmed. I feel so blessed to have people share with us to make multiple trips to Duke and pay for insurance. I don't know if this is going to work, but I know I can lay down knowing that we are truly loved, and people sacrifice for us in ways we can never repay.

    Please, understand that we are very common people. We have never had money, or a break. We are hard workers, with common jobs. we are blessed that you can help us in any small way that gives us the chance that might allow me to live another small while. Thank you mostly, for your thoughtfulness and sacrifice. As I have told you, I am a lucky man!

    Enjoy Thanksgiving! It's a great chance to tell those you Love, that you appreciate them! Hug those who are close, let your children know how special they are and give an extra hug or two, it will make you both smile. Know I will be thinking of you and smiling at the Love we all share! I love you all! Make every day count!

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Relax..............

And Home, sings me of sweet things. My life there has it's own wing's. Fly over the mountain though I'm standing still.

                                                                                         Bonnie Raitt


  As the week winds down, I am happy to be back in my own space, with my friends and neighbors. The crisp fall air, the hot dark coffee, the  pure joy of time together is something I will never take for granted again.It's Autumn in the northwest and I am as happy as a clam!

   I have a confession to make, I have never lived alone in my adult life. It's strange because I have brothers, a sister, a wife, two children, and I've been blessed to see them and interact with them all my life. I have this past 3 weeks lived away from home for the longest time of my life. It is truly unusual! On Tuesday of this week, I awoke at 3:30 a.m. and realized I was experiencing something I have never felt. I was homesick! Excited as a child on a fishing trip, I sat outside in the humid warm air and listened to the Cicada bugs as I waited for time to go by, time slowly slipped by.

   North Carolina, is one of the most gracious places I have ever been. It is the South. A rich long history and a meandering pace, it makes you feel as welcome as a newborn. To say people are kind is an understatement. They are thoughtful and caring and very inquisitive about you (" you flew all the way down from Seattle? Does it rain there all the time?") We opted to tell them the truth, sorry Emmett Watson, no it doesn't and if they get a chance please come visit.

   We moved to Seattle in 1987 and immersed in Northwest culture. I wanted to know as much as I could about the Pacific Northwest, and quickly realized that this is a special place.People here take you at your word and will  be willing to help you up in most ways. As an elementary school child I learned of the history known as "Potlatch". The Natives of Puget Sound were fishermen, and gathers and farmers.All summer and fall,they would gather foods and wood and resources for winter and in winter they would get together and celebrate and share their bounty. This is a way to give thanks, a way to fellowship, and a way to continue the flow of love in our Family of man.

    This is a tradition that hopefully will go on forever! We have shared dinner for almost every Friday night for the last 20 some years with friends, family and even sometimes strangers. Nothing in my life is more enjoyable than laughing talking and eating with those that I care for. It's crowded, noisy and generally most wonderful as you experience and continually build the bond that ties tightly together.

    Coming to Heather's house Monday night, my heart swelled seeing and hugging and talking with everyone.My Sister, My friends, children and grandchildren. We ate pizza and shared time and smiled a lot. As I have told you , I am a blessed man, and I won't hesitate to say Thank you, I Love you, I missed your voice. Please enjoy your hours together! Forgive a lot, bend a little, and take care of each other.

Skip

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Metamorphis...or rebirth.... or ........hope.

488 Days ago, my world changed. In a rather mundane Monday afternoon, putting away dishes and discussing simple things, I was rocked. I had a seizure. I was confused and very lost.I didn't know , but within a few days learned that i had been dealt a blow that only changes those that have it.I was diagnosed with Stage 4 Glioblastoma Multiforme ( Which I have learned to spell since)and it is not a good thing.The doctors will not make any bones about it, it's terminal. But ... you can try to"fight it as best you can".

Fight? Fight? I'm Irish and hardheaded! I was born to fight!Fight or die? Let's go, get the gloves. And fight we have. We had a tumor removal, which was done by super amazing Dr's who told us they removed the tumor. They also explained that the tricky little brain tumor is sometimes the equivalent to removing a tree and that there are always the possibility of root structures that might come back.

Odds? Odds? I'm not a great mathematician, but I am certainly not ready to give up.With the help and support of my so strong friends, family and circle, we fought on. Chemotherapy, sickness, sleeplessness, fatigue. We did 40 days or so of radiation, got sick on meds, slept a lot. But we are battling ,literally, for life. We completed the Chemo and radiation, waited for the dreaded MRI to see if there was any growth.........Damn!

My incredibly great doctor advised we try a different Chemo and include Avastin infusions. Quell the tumor, fight! We started the infusions and a dose of Chemo meds that didn't create havoc. We battled on . All the time continuing working as i have a strong desire not to be uninsured and an insatiable desire to be part of my normal life, but we were battling.

8 weeks ago, we had the dreaded MRI, which is either Christmas or heartbreak, depending on the outcome. Everyone who is a GBM patient, or Loves one has the same reaction, you go and celebrate and enjoy positiveness, or you take half a breath and say "What now?"

Super Doctor, is pretty much out of new options. "Lets go with more Radiation, and more Avistan. Ugh, Knock knock, who's not there? Radiation and Avastin! It seemed a little like putting a band-aid on an infection that's healing, and we are asking what it does? Well we can buy you a little more "Quality Time". How much is "a little more?" 2 months, 4 Months, Maybe more.

Half Breath for everybody. Let's go home.

This didn't sit well with my Daughter, Heather. Anyone who knows anyone with Glioblastoma has known the failure of this crippler. Most everyone has watched the 60 Minutes special on the Duke University clinical trial on the Polio Vaccine. It's an unorthodox attempt to actually fight the tumor which can be eradicated. It's unusual, its makes sense, and mostly looks very promising.

Somehow, through contacting Duke, she convinced the clinical trials group to look at our records.They saw how we were still fairly functional,and asked if we could come down to be tested for a possible trial! We were excited to say the least, and with the help of some dear friends aquired a flight and a hotel for neurlogical and clinical testing in North Carolina. They tested, they prodded , they questioned and we tried to be a model candidate.We met Dr Friedman from the 60 minutes episode, and they called us back the next day, it was a no go on Polio. Apparently, the tumor is very close to an artery in my brain and they were concerned about possible bleeding out. Bummer.

They did offer another option.A very similar type of invacination that is called "DC2V" and looks every bit as promising.The D2C7 is an immunotoxin drug that attaches to the glioblastoma cells that are growing and the toxin in the drug kills the bad glioblastoma cells. The toxin does not kill the healthy tissue around the Tumor in the brain, just the bad cells. The brain swelling comes from the toxins killing the bad cells and aggravating the tissue around it and trying to heal the area where the tumor is. We combat the swelling with the steroids to help the toxins continue to work on killing the bad cells. We came home, talked about and decided its a shot!

Once again, my amazing circle is rallying to help us coordinate and work out this procedure! My son has set up a go fund me site, as the cost's continue to rise, and I thank anyone who has helped.Once again, the kindness of people is a warm blanket around our lives and once again shows how compassionate people are. I am a simple blue collar guy trying to survive nasty and tough battle.Any little bit helps, cost's are tough( cable, internet, medical bills,insurance, travel expenses,etc) and I can't say how much I appreciate all you have all done for me. Please check the link and donate if you can.


https://www.gofundme.com/skiplong

The motto at Duke is, "At Duke There is hope". I think the thing that I have been awakened to is that there is Hope.They are working to beat GBM, and I am very Hopeful that this works. 4 weeks ago, I was starting to sink into the stark darkness that gives up, that settles for "Quality Of Life". But thanks to research , hope and caring people all over the world, I have a renewed energy and hope!. Never give up Hope! Thank you all Hug each other often.We will Talk soon!

Skip

Go Duke!!

Go Duke!

Well, yesterday we received the very best news we could have hoped! The oncologist from the insurance company reviewed my Dad’s case and “emphatically agreed” with our approach to treatment! I should say a couple of thank yous to the people who worked tirelessly to make this happen and help us out! Heidi from the Welfare and Pension office, you are amazing! Thank you for taking up this cause with me from out of the blue! You remembered who I was from when my Dad was first diagnosed which was astounding, and your compassion and empathy is unbelievable! Phillis, the wonderful patient service representative at Duke who initiated the approval process. Your dedication to following up with the insurance company, and for calling me on your day off to share the great news was inspiring, thank you for celebrating with me! Craig and Jeff, thank you for your legal consultation early on Saturday, your conviction and advice helped me have the courage to tell Dad we would fight it no matter what! It is part of why he stayed for treatment, so thank you! And finally, thank you to the Oncologist who understood why we were taking this clinical trial and for approving my Dad’s treatment. I don’t know your name, but we are blessed that you agreed, so thank you!

So Dad was admitted this morning at Duke and is preparing for surgery tomorrow. After receiving the good news, Mom and Dad had time to crash a wedding and enjoy a beer at “our” little picnic table on the lawn. He is a little busy today (as to be expected) so I will fill you in on what our new treatment plan entails and maybe a couple of tips from our recent experience. I should preface this with the fact that this is what we have decided is the best option for us and my Dad at this time, all the information I provide is from what I understand, but anyone looking at this should do their own research as well!

D2C7-IT – sounds like something out of Star Wars, huh? Well it kind of feels that way too! This is a brand new Clinical Trial that Duke is conducting. D2C7 is an immunotoxin that they will inject into my Dad’s brain starting on Tuesday. The process of approval was long, I first contacted Duke on August 10th, but it was worth it. The clinical team down at Duke are downright the most hopeful, sweet, caring southerners I have ever met (I haven’t met that many, but trust me, these people are good)! Chevelle, one of the wonderful clinical trial RN’s, explained to us that D2C7 is an immunotoxin that they have been testing in rats (yep, rats!) and had shown promise in early studies of breaking down glioblastoma tumors. I am not of clinical background, so can’t go in to specifics but will include the link to the clinical description of the trial at the end of the blog. According to the clinical trial documentation the D2C7 immunotoxin has a “high binding affinity for both EGFRwt- and EGFRvIII-expressing glioblastoma multiforme (GBM) cells.” I think this basically means it is attracted the mutating cells in the B (bastard as I now refer to it) and kills the bad cells. What I understand is that a few weeks after infusion, your immune system responds to the toxin, and fights it like it would any infection. She said in early studies it kind of looked like “Pac-Man” was going in and punching holes in the tumor! I love Pac-Man!!

There are risks with this that are similar to any other treatment of brain cancer, one of the biggest being brain swelling and deficits from the swelling post initial treatment (again with the short term memory loss, headaches, all the “lovely” side effects associated with this nasty tumor.) And, a big risk knowing that this hasn’t been done on very many humans (But Dad always says, Go Big or Go Home, so why not?) Also, there are risks associated with the treatment itself… biopsy tomorrow to make sure the B is still what we think he is, the placement of up to 4 catheters in his head where our B resides. Then if all goes well, a slow infusion of the immunotoxin for 72 hours (Yes, 72 hours). A short break and CT scan at hour 24 to make sure the drug is going where it needs to then back at the infusion. And hopefully, if all goes as planned Dad will be discharged on Saturday and make the flight home to us on Monday.

If it all sounds a little crazy, don’t worry we think it is too! But we are in rally mode (Chris, I expect a rally hat picture with a Duke shirt on at some point this week!) and we are fighting! Why? Not just for more time, but also because this could help other people struggling, it could be a breakthrough and we have hope that this new experimental treatment might just knock out this dragon’s fire breathing ways. Hope.

After this week, Dad and a caregiver will need to fly back to lovely North Carolina around 9 times for MRI’s and appointments over the next 12 months. (NC is literally across the whole country from us if you didn’t know! We keep getting aghast responses with southern drawl “Oh My! Seattle, that is so far! You guys live way, way up there and came all the way down here? Well… hon, we are happy to have you!” from nearly everyone we talk to! Gotta love the southern charm!) Thankfully we have reached our out of pocket maximum and the expense of the routine clinical costs are covered by insurance. But there is additional expense in flights and lodging accommodations that we will need to resource. The Duke clinical team gave us a pamphlet of resources for flights and lodging, and they actually were able to provide us free tickets from Southwest so Mom and Dad could make this initial trip (Amazing). And, I know we will figure all this out with time, we continue to march forward!

So in effort to help others who may be suffering through and fighting their own dragon, some tips from our experience. A little bit about medical records and HIPAA… If you decide to pursue a clinical at an external facility they will likely want all medical records and history for your loved one. Your current health care facility won’t send this without having your loved one or a power of attorney sign a “Medical Records Release of Information”. Sounds official and complicated, but really it’s just a piece of paper you need to sign saying its ok to share the medical records. Call the Medical Records department, request the form, sign it and send it back via fax (so old school, but this is the current state of healthcare unfortunately) or e-mail. Depending on urgency of your situation, you can request that the medical records department Fed ex or overnight the records to your facility of choice, just be prepared with the address. This shouldn’t cost you anything (or it didn’t for us at least), and was the only way we got my Dad’s records to Duke so quickly. We asked for everything, but Duke had a very clear list of what to request, which was a great help. We completed forms and paperwork and had it back to Duke within 24 hours, which greatly advanced how quickly we were able to be seen.

Just a quick note on insurance denial, as this came as a complete shock to us this week, as the rest of his care at Duke has been covered thus far. There is a provision in the Affordable Care Act that states insurance cannot deny coverage of routine clinical care costs associated with clinical trials (Provision 2709). The clinical trial should cover any costs associated with the trial (Like the drug and materials to administer the drug). The ACA requirement went into effect January 1, 2014, but does not indicate to providers, health plans or insurance companies how to implement this within their own organizations. So, if you find yourself in a situation similar to ours where insurance was denying a clinical trial due to it being an investigational study, appeal the denial. Do not be afraid to advocate for you or your loved one. A friend gave me the advice that if I weren’t advocating for my Dad, then who would?  Insurance is a business at the end of the day, and that is how I treated it when fighting for my Dad on Friday. Be an advocate, be vocal and don’t give up when it all seems overwhelming and unreal. Then take a breath, and have faith. It doesn’t always work out, but in our case it did and we couldn’t be more blessed.

Again, these are all my own humble thoughts and opinions, I am no expert but have learned so much through this crazy battle. Oh wait…. I forgot one person to thank! Dad, you are an amazing, strong fighter. I know this battle has been hard, and at times you feel weary emotionally and physically, but we are so blessed to have you in our lives, and in our babies’ lives. You are an inspiration as a Father, Poppa, Friend and human being. Thank you for fighting! So, I sit here at the other end of the country (way up here!) thinking a few things:

1. Go Hawks (Kick off in 2 hours, I know you will be watching)

2. Go Duke Rock Stars (Kick off to surgery in less than 24 hours, (As Craig would say, Film at 11:00))

3. Fire up Big Team (We are all with you Dad, no matter how far away we are right now!)

If you are fighting a dragon (any dragon like this or something else difficult) I hope our experience helps in some way. Hug your loved ones, kiss your babies, make memories and cherish one another. I am humbled by the compassion and generosity of others, allow yourself a moment to do the same.

D2C7-IT: https://clinicaltrials.gov/ct2/show/NCT02303678

Our Fight continues

Our fight continues…

As Dad mentioned in his last post, we received some disheartening news from the Radiation Oncologist that radiation would give him more time, but not as much as we had hoped. Turns out this hitchhiking bastard is aggressive (For others that read my earlier post, I now decline to refer to the dragon as a hitchhiking friend as he has not reciprocated the favor by staying away. From now on, the Bastard it will be, apologies for offending anyone). So the dragon/bastard made his return in August. A little growth, and concern from the Rad. Oncologist that there might be more beneath the surface we just can’t seebecause of the Avastin. For us, time to get another opinion. The Rock stars are smart, but we are ready to try something new and they support us! Fire up big team!

Earlier this year I heard about the Polio virus trial at Duke, and thought maybe it was time for a hail mary (it works some time, if you will remember Seahawks vs. Packers in 2012! Go Hawks!) and given our options, (which we still have options and are to be thankful of this we have been told!) decided to contact the clinical trial team at Duke. After a whirl wind week of faxing, scanning and calling, Duke had all the medical records for Dad and told us to come on down for an evaluation to determine final eligibility for the Polio Trial! And so, we were off to North Carolina, thanks to the loving support of good friends of my Mom who arranged our flights and family who supported our hotel stay (Thank you DeeDee, Soloman, Tia and Thomas, we cannot express our gratitude through words alone)! Off to North Carolina to see about some Polio Virus and injecting it into Dad’s brain. Who would have thought? Cheers to the bastard, let’s hope for some Polio! 

So, let me tell you, the people of North Carolina are so wonderfully nice! We think we are nice here in Seattle, but those people know southern hospitality through and through. After a day of clinical testing and back to back appointments with the clinical team at Duke, they determined that we may be eligible for the Polio and if not for the Polio than a new study called D2C7. Dad passed the Neuro tests with flying colors (spell world backwards on the spot, we did it!) We had a follow up appointment the next day to determine what our options really were. So we left, tired, scared but hopeful that these smart people at Duke might be able to help us. That evening Dad and I found the only Irish Pub in North Carolina (or the only one google and I could find) and sat on a picnic bench on the lawn. We spent the evening doing what we have done for many years, enjoying a meal and talking about life, my babies, our struggles, our blessings and all that we have to be thankful for…Good, strong family and friends, the ability to work and produce great things, and our love for each other and ironically the bastard for the clarity it has provided in many ways. Life AC… Super hard, crazy but still good.

The Neuro Surgeon reviewed Dad’s MRI and the bastard had grown a little close to a ventricle, and there was concern that injecting with the Polio virus could lead to adverse outcomes(you know, brain hemorrhaging, paralysis and the like). But we still had options, radiation back home or a new clinical trial at Duke. The Duke team made the clinical decision that Polio was not the route for us, but we were still a good candidates for the newest trial (only 6 people in it so far) D2C7. At Duke there is hope! And We felt this leaving the hospital in August.

So we flew home, and spent a Sunday dinner with the family. Sitting around my kitchen island, waiting for our beef and noodles to cook, we discussed our options. Option A – Radiation for 3 weeks, risks of deficits like short term memory loss, potential for loss of physical functionality, radiating healthybrain as well as the bastard, unknown return to work status, prognosis maybe 6 months to 12 months, if we were lucky. Option B – D2C7 trial at Duke, risks of brain swelling and similar deficits because of this, and the unknown of a new immunotoxin injected into my Dad’s brain but, and this is a big BUT, Hope. This drug has proven effective breaking down Glioblastoma tumor in very early phases of the trial and follows the similar methodology of the Polio virus trial. Here is the scary truth, Dad will be the 6th or 7th person in the trial. There are risks associated with this procedure, but given our options, we decided as a family this was our best shot at more time. With a terminal diagnosis, my Dad has fought for two things. 

1. More time; time to spend with his grandbabies, time to play guitar, time to work and time to spend with his loved onesteasing and laughing. 

2. Any way to advance the treatment of this horrible cancer or to help his Glioblastoma compadres

So we made the appointments, scheduled the flights and away Mom and Dad went last Thursday back to beautiful North Carolina. Battle ready we were as long as we were cleared medically and the bastard hadn’t grown an additional tumor friend somewhere else (there are a lot of dependencies to be cleared medically for treatment). Thankfully the bastard stayed at bay, only growing a little over the last month, Dad’s blood counts looked healthy and he passed all of his neuro tests again (Dad, remember these words and say them back in order Pear, Nut, Screw! It’s a neuro/glioblastoma joke, but he did remember them!) Fast forward 24 hours when were notified that the insurance company has denied my Dad’s admittance to the hospital. And we thought our biggest concern was surviving the procedure and dealing with the outcomes of that, whatever they may be.

After spending over 8 hours yesterday talking to the insurance company, the insurance plan, the OIC and the US. Department of Labor, trying to understand the reasons for denial of this trial. The reasons I have been given are that this is an investigational study and the treatment is not medically necessary therefore insurance will not cover the hospital facility or professional fees of the treatment… We have appealed the denial (Based on the ACA provision 2709), but I am told we won’t have answers until Monday (although I have been assured an oncologist at the insurance company is now reviewing his case and we may hear back today) but Dad needs to be admitted on Sunday to begin treatment. So now… we wait and hope and pray that someone will understand our situation and approve his treatment. And even though the bastard and our opponents are mounting, we continue to fight for hope and time…….