Mary Tyler Mom Goes to Springfield

General Assembly
Photos by Kristen Schmid, courtesy of the University of Chicago Medicine

I’m a reformed political junkie.  Vice President of the College Democrats, yo, class of 1991.  We won’t talk about the fact that my boyfriend was a College Republican.  Somewhere along the line, I lost the faith.  Politics don’t move me the way they used to and I no longer believe what politicians tell me.  Don’t get me wrong, I vote and have opinions and still hope for brighter days, I just no longer feel politics is the way to get there.

All that went out the window when a fellow Cancer Mom contacted me in February about HB 4211, the Illinois Childhood Cancer Research Fund.  Laura, over at Ay, Mama, mother of Atia, and Director of Atia’s Project Ladybug Fund, graciously asked me if I would ever be interested in testifying in Springfield, Illinois’ capital, on behalf of an annual income tax return checkbox, enabling Illinois tax payers to donate $ to pediatric cancer research as part of their annual taxes.

Um.  Yes.  Yes, I would.

Well all of that came to fruition bright and early last Thursday morning when me and Laura made our impassioned pleas.  It was solemn, it was fun, it was empowering, it was a packed house.  I wrote in January that children with cancer need research dollars more than they need a bald Barbie.  I still stand by that and my testimony on Thursday was the proof of that snarky pudding. 

It is an emotional process to continue to tell Donna’s story.  Mary Tyler Dad and I say it is how we parent her now, and sad as that is, it is true.  In the absence of homework and tween drama and first dates and sibling squabbling, we have Donna’s Good Things.  We can’t hug Donna’s Good Things, or comfort it, or tickle it behind its ears or read it stories before bedtime, but we can nurture it.  We can support it and help it grow and develop.  It’s not enough, but it is something and it is what we have.

I am supremely grateful to Laura, my fellow Cancer Mom, herself a cancer survivor, for reaching out to me and including me and Donna’s Good Things in her initiative.  I like her.  She is smart and pragmatic.  In our first conversation she laid it out on the table:  Atia was treated at Comer Children’s Hospital at the University of Chicago; Donna was treated at Children’s Memorial, the soon to be Ann and Robert Lurie Children’s Hospital of Chicago (first week of June I will be writing about that transition).  Atia was alive; Donna was dead.  Together, we accounted for the majority of children with cancer being treated in Illinois.  She had me at “Hello,” to be honest.

Something that grieving parents fear is that their child will be forgotten.  And that is a very real possibility.  When Laura was testifying, she held beautiful Atia in her arms.  Atia shines brightly.  She is a gorgeous girl, full of life and pluck.  A lot like her Mom.  Her testimony was received well, people welling with Atia’s story, and questions were asked when she finished.  When I reached the podium, I introduced myself and opened with a punch, “My daughter, Donna Lubell, died of papillary meningioma, a rare and aggressive brain tumor, on October 19, 2009 at four years old.”  Eyes were averted.  I tried to make eye contact, but it was hard.  People don’t want to hear about children that die.  People don’t want to look a grieving parent in the eye.  It’s too harsh a reality.  Trust me, I know, I get it.  Sometimes it’s hard to look in the mirror.  Laura is not afraid to look me in the eyes.  And she appreciates the power and significance of educating people that pediatric cancer kills children.  Seven every school day.  One in five of every child diagnosed with cancer will die. 

Testimony

Donna’s story is now part of the congressional record for the State of Illinois.  That’s saying something.  And even if people could not look at me when I spoke, I could feel that they were listening.  And I could feel Donna, too, keeping me company, guiding me through the day.  And what a day it was.  I am honored to have testified beside Laura and Dr. John Cunningham, Chief of Pediatric Hemotology/Oncology at The University of Chicago Comer Children’s Hosptial in our attempt to make the Illinois Childhood Cancer Research Fund a reality.  Grateful thanks are also extended to our sponsor, Representative Cynthia Soto, of Illinois’ 4th District.  She could not be a more invested sponsor or a more gracious host to us in our visit to the Capital — even getting us a meet and greet with Govenor Quinn. 

I am so proud of what we did together, Laura and I.  I’ve said it before, but Cancer Moms are some of the most amazing people you will ever meet.  Never underestimate a Cancer Mom.  Word.  Thursday we were able to do something that could potentially make a vital difference in the lives of thousands of Illinois children.  Here’s to passage of the Illinois Childhood Cancer Research Fund, here is to the researchers that need our help, here is to the taxpayers giving generously, here is to the children, here is to Donna. 

We did it, girl. 

High Fve

Good morning, Mr. Chairman, and Committee Members. My name is Sheila and I am honored and humbled to be here today. 

My daughter, Donna Lubell, died of papillary meningioma, a rare and aggressive brain tumor, on October 19, 2009 at four years old.

Donna had an early prognosis of 2-3 months when she was diagnosed just under two years old.  Her oncologist at Children’s Memorial Hospital, the soon to be Ann and Robert Lurie Children’s Hospital of Chicago, gently told us that it would be perfectly reasonable not to treat her cancer, to bring her home and enjoy the time she had left.  We opted to treat, under the guidance of our team, and are so grateful we did. 

Though more than half her life was spent in that treatment, cancer did not define Donna.  Her bright and intelligent nature did.  Her astounding vocabulary and empathy did.  She was perfect measures of grit and grace.  She loved books and dancing and her baby brother Jay.  She was and continues to be a wonder to us and our guide.

Donna’s thirty-one months of treatment were an endurance test for our family.  They included four tumor resections, six rounds of inpatient chemotherapy, followed by six hospitalizations for neutropenia,  a stem cell transplant, twelve weeks of out-of-state proton beam radiation treatments, and four months of palliative and hospice care in our home. 

Her treatment team, lead by Dr. Stewart Goldman, had no roadmap to guide them.  There was no protocol for them to consult.  Every single treatment decision that was made was a shot in the dark, an educated guess, a hope, and a wish.  The thing that failed Donna was the science.  Her cancer was simply  better equipped than her doctors. 

Great and tremendous strides have been made in cancer research in the past few decades.  When children like Atia are diagnosed with ALL now, almost nine out of ten of them will survive.  Those are pretty good odds, until you realize that they apply to children.  Our children.  Your children.  Illinois’ children. 

I stand before you today not asking for $, but asking for opportunity.  The 248 children that were newly diagnosed with cancer at Children’s Memorial in 2011 need that opportunity.  Their families need that opportunity.  Give us this opportunity to better equip the doctors and researchers that treat our children.  Do it for Donna, and Atia, and for the thousands more that will follow them. 

My humble thanks to you.

 

Kids Looking Up
Things are looking up for Illinois kids.
Handshake with Quinn
Hand shake with Illinois Governor Pat Quinn
Ladies
Mary Tyler Mom, Rep. Cynthia Soto, Laura of Atia’s Project Ladybug Fund

Bald Heads, Clear Eyes, Full Hearts, Can’t Lose

Saturday was the big St. Baldrick’s shaving event our charity, Donna’s Good Things, sponsored.  I am still reeling.  To be on the receiving end of such love and support and action is humbling, astounding, and quite honestly, a little paralyzing for me.

At the root of all of this is Donna, our little girl.  The utter success of Saturday’s event is proof positive that her bright light, gone two years, five months and five days, still shines.  All that goodness she inspires fills me up.

$72,000 and still counting (unofficially) is what was raised.  Those dollars will go directly to St. Baldrick’s and be used to fund research for pediatric cancer.   We are currently $52K above goal.  WOW.  Never in a million years did we think Donna’s Good Things would become a force in Cancerville.

The purpose of our charity is two-fold:  1) to do Good Things that provide joyful opportunities for kids in difficult situations; and 2) to encourage others to do Good Things in Donna’s name, helping to fulfill her potential that was cut so dreadfully short.

When I wrote Donna’s Cancer Story in September, I had no idea what it would lead to.  Like most things in my busy life, I was just thinking about the day at hand — what am I responsible for today?  What needs to be done? For thirty-one days, that was tell the story of Donna’s cancer.  My sincere belief was that if people came to know Donna, they would know pediatric cancer and how devastating it is for these kids and their families.  And to know Donna was to love her, so in bringing her to people my hope was that knowing would become loving would become doing.  I’m strategic like that.

Saturday was the culmination of that doing for one reader.  Jamie is a mom like me.  She works outside the home like me.  She has young children like me.  Something in Donna’s story touched her so deeply that her knowing turned into doing pretty quickly.  Soon after the story ended, Jamie contacted me with the idea to host a St. Baldrick’s event.  She herself was in to shave and was committed to raising $5K.  I was a little bowled over, but I was in. Yes, of course, I wanted to help.

We first met on Jamie’s birthday.  Why she wanted to spend her birthday with a stranger organizing a charity event months away, I don’t know, but I am indebted to her.  That first night I found myself shying away from Jamie’s lofty goals.  Crazy high numbers were being thrown around and they scared the stuffing out of me.  There is nothing worse that trying to raise $ to honor your dead child and not meeting the goal.  Seriously, it is like another little death.  I cautioned reserve and a much lower goal of $20K.  Jamie was optimistic.  I was cautious.

Getting from $20K to $72K was a lot of work and involved loads of folks: The shavees who were going under the razor, the volunteers who gave time and energy, the donors who opened wallets and dug deep, and the blogging community who sounded their drums to get the word out loudly and repeatedly.  $72K for pediatric cancer research would not have happened without any of them.

Saturday’s event is still a bit of a whir to me.  I likened it to a wedding, as it is the only thing I can think of that captures the emotion, joy, good cheer, and optimism of the event.  Plus, it was crazy like a big wedding is crazy.  People wanted to be photographed with me.  People stood in line to meet me. People handed me cards with supportive words as I met them.  And like any good wedding that you’re in the middle of, I neither ate nor drank during it.  I was too busy meeting and greeting and crying and dancing.

People came from across the country for the shave.  ACROSS THE COUNTRY.  I mean, come on!  I was freaked out to meet folks, but especially women, that were not only willing to shave their head because I asked them to, but were willing to fly and drive across the country to do it. And there were dozens of people who did this.  Many of whom raised thousands of dollars.  Yowzers.  Talk about committed.  These folks, lined up for the shears, were proof that Donna was not forgotten.  And while I am not able to tuck her in or fix her fish sticks, I am able to tell her story.  And $72K later, it is clear that folks are not only listening, but doing.

And before I get to the photos, just a few moments of gratitude:

  • Thank you to Jamie for being moved to do something, and allowing me to help;
  • Thank you to all of our shavees who traveled near and far to participate in St. Baldrick’s goal of conquering kids cancer.  You raised $ and are now raising awareness.  I am at a loss to tell you what your actions mean to me;
  • Thank you to Nikki of Moms Who Drink and Swear for being the best MC this gal could ever ask for;
  • Thank you to Katy of I Want a Dumpster Baby who sold the heck out of iPad raffle tickets;
  • Thank you to Robert Jeffrey Salon who provided volunteer stylists for all our heads;
  • Thank you to Candlelite Chicago who could not have been kinder or more accommodating in the use of their fine establishment;
  • Thank you to the St. Margaret Mary community who offered their parking lot and have allowed Donna and her story to enter into the hearts and minds of the beautiful children who study there;
  • Thank you to TK Photography for shooting the event for Donna’s Good Things;
  • Thank you to the DOZENS of bloggers across the country who supported this event and encouraged their readers to do the same;
  • Thank you to Heather of St. Baldrick’s for taking us under your wing — it’s a lovely, warm place to be;
  • Thank you to my Dad for just sitting at the bar and taking it all in — witnessing what his granddaughter was still capable of doing;
  • Thank you to all of our silent auction donors and table workers;
  • Thank you to Amanda Cohen at Fine Point Productions for providing some of the most amazing face painting I have ever seen;
  • Thank you to all the supporters who came out in droves to cheer on your shavee;
  • Thank you to Julie with Lifesource and Be the Match who dropped her plans for a family event to set up a bone marrow drive
  • Our speakers, Dr. Rishi Lulla from Children’s Memorial in Chicago and our survivor friend, Brooke, who came out with her family to talk to the crowd about what cancer is like when you’re a kid in treatment;
  • Foster Dance Studios in Evanston for choreographing the Firework flash mob;
  • Performing Arts Limited for supporting Donna’s Good Things in a hundred different ways.

Whew.  Now I only need to worry about who I am missing, which I am certain of there are many.  Well, that’s for me to obsess over.  How bouts’ you obsess over some of these photos.  This is what knowing and loving and doing look like:

crowd scene
So many people!
mother-daughter
Mother-Daughter shavees
husband-wife
Husband-Wife shavees all the way from Michigan.
girls
Our youngest shavees — so brave!
PAL Studio
Our “PALS” from Performing Arts Limited
Dr. Lulla
Dr. Lulla talks about the realities of pediatric cancer.
Ellen
Ellen shaving with a brew. Thumbs up, girl!
Flash Mob
Firework flash mob!
Dollars and Hair
Taking it all off for a few bucks!
Swabbing
Joining the bone marrow donor national registry is easy!
Bald Beauties
Look at our bald beauties. Lovely ladies.
Shavin' Shelleys
The Shavin’ Shelleys from Georgia! They are peachy!
Audience shot
What you see when you’re being shaved.
Deb triumphs
Deb wins the prize for distance travel — came from California to shave!
Blogger Royalty
The Blogger Brigade!

Cancer Can Suck It.

Five years ago today I stood over my daughter as she lay in a hospital bed. She had been admitted the night before primarily just to expedite an MRI because of some concerning symptoms and loss of developmental milestones over the previous few weeks.  She awoke early, around 5, groggy, and vomiting.  I changed her diaper and she said in a slurred voice, “Change your diaper, change your life,” something I had told her time and time again at diaper changes.  Moments later, she lost consciousness and was rushed through the halls of the hospital to a CT machine.  Within two minutes Dr. Kane, a PICU physician, came out and spoke the words we will never forget, “There is a mass in your daughter’s head.”

So very much has happened in the five years since that horrible, terrifying morning.  We immediately moved to Cancerville and our lives would never, ever be the same.  We lost our innocence, Mary Tyler Dad and I, with those words.  We lost a lightness and an insulation from tragedy that will never return.

Those losses would multiply over the years.  A valued job, gone.  Four miscarriages and the idea of making another baby together, gone.  A sense of control, false as it may be, gone.  A sister for Mary Tyler Son, gone. Donna, gone.

Fuck Cancer

Cancer took our innocence, our fertility, our daughter, so, yes, cancer, fuck you.

Cancer did not take our hope, our joy, our resolve.

Tomorrow, the charity we started during Donna’s nine day vigil, Donna’s Good Things, will host it’s first St. Baldrick’s shaving event. St. Baldrick’s is the largest private funder of pediatric cancer research in the world.  $20 million has been raised in the three months of 2012 alone.   The organizer of the event is a reader of Mary Tyler Mom who was so inspired by Donna’s life that she wanted to do something to demonstrate that inspiration.  This is one of the missions of our charity — to encourage others to do Good Things in Donna’s name, helping to fulfill the potential of a girl taken much too soon by cancer.

I have been running around like a ninny this morning, through the rain and storms, and pulling along a surprisingly game Mary Tyler Son to every stop.  I can think of no finer way of telling cancer to suck it than to finish preparing for an event that will raise over $60K for pediatric cancer research.  I can think of no finer way to honor our beautiful girl than to raise money for research that will benefit the 46 children that will be diagnosed today.  Sadly, none of our efforts will help the seven children who will die.

One child we may be able to help tomorrow is a young woman, just 16, who was in treatment for leukemia when Donna was in treatment.  She was always very kind to Donna, friendly, supportive, and a bright ray of sunshine.  Sadly, she has just relapsed and is in need of a bone marrow donor for a transplant. No one in her family or in the current national registry of bone marrow donors is a match.  Thanks to some quick thinking by our organizer, and the receptive and positive nature of the local Be the Match representative, tomorrow’s St. Baldrick’s event will also host a bone marrow drive for our friend.  Yes, cancer, you can suck it.

The many individuals who have made tomorrow’s event possible humble me deeply.  We have dozens of shavees coming to Chicago to shear their heads.  Each of them has raised $ and will, after tomorrow, be a visible method of raising awareness for pediatric cancer.  Shavees are coming from as close as next door (thanks, Neighbor!) and as far away as California, Michigan, Georgia, and Indiana. These individuals, many of them women, honor Donna and all children in treatment for cancer.   That is a lovely way of telling cancer to suck it.

Mohawk  A shavee.

I’m still learning how to balance grief and joy and life and sadness and wifing and mothering.  But even while learning, I am triumphing over cancer every day.  Cancer has taken much from me, but it has not taken away the hope I have, the joy I feel, the resolve to never let Donna be forgotten.  Cancer drives me to help those that will learn today that their beautiful child, the light of their lives, carries a diagnosis of such a beast of a disease.

Thank you to all of the individuals who have already ensured that tomorrow’s St. Baldrick’s event hosted by Donna’s Good Things will be a mad success — those who have offered their heads to be shorn, those who have  donated some top notch items for our silent auction, those who have used their words and blog platforms to raise awarenss, those who have opened their wallets to honor Donna, or another person affected by cancer, and to those who will swab their cheeks in the hope of being a match for someone in need of stem cells or bone marrow.

Together, collectively, in a barbaric yawp, we are telling cancer to suck it. That is the best way imaginable to honor Donna’s life, and as her Mom, I am inexpressibly grateful to you for the assist.

Donna in Pea Coat