Day +6. One Day at a Time.

Prep for Transplant

Bag-o-Marrow and Blood

Day +6

 6 days after transplant, Ryan is home in Connecticut and Cole is feeling pretty well in the hospital.  Ryan and Cole were both transplant champs and now are Bone Marrow Brothers for Life.  Ryan had very little reaction to the procedure outside of sleeping for about 20 hours afterwards while the anesthesia wore off and his body regenerated marrow. 



Ryan Pre-Op



Since transplant, Cole has been doing great.  He hasn’t lost his hair and hasn’t gotten too puffy from the steroids.  He hasn’t been too sick and he’s managed to stay virus and infection free, which has kept him out of the ICU.  He hasn’t gotten any mouth sores or had any shedding of the lining in his digestive system.  We know this could change in an instant, so we are reluctant to celebrate just yet.   

Cole's immune system is still completely gone – so the chemo did its magic.  His white blood cells, platelets and other key indicators are all hovering around zero.  Typically, white blood cells start to produce over the next 4-12 days.  Then we test if the cells are Cole’s or Ryan’s.  From there, it’s a slow, long road to getting the rest of his numbers back to normal and trying to keep him virus free.  We remain hopeful that we can have him home in time for his birthday in October, or at least by the holidays.     



Ryan Post-Op



We continue to take it day by day.  So far, the doctors are pleased with his progress and his spirits are generally good.  As long as he’s good, we’re good.  It’s hard to believe it’s already been over a month.  We miss the two older kids immensely as well as family and friends.  We look forward to continued progress and being together again as a family unit. 

Ryan Palooza - A Guest Entry by Uncle Andy. Delivering the Goods

Life rarely goes the way you planned.  This past weekend was supposed to involve me playing golf in the Club Championship, watching Jake play goalie in the State Lacrosse Championship (which they ended up winning…Go Lightning!) and enjoying the last of the beautiful Scottsdale weather. But instead, I found myself flying to New York and driving to Connecticut.  Plans changed because I had been asked to do a very important job…to transport Ryan to Cincinnati so he could donate his precious bone marrow to his brother Cole. 

Was I surprised to be given the job?...well, a little because for years I’ve been known to make my niece and nephews memorize our motto… “fun first, safety second”.  And the last two times I rented a car I was awarded two well-deserved speeding tickets (which I must add the policeman in Vermont and Idaho were extremely pleasant during both incidents).    Nonetheless, Ryan and began loading the car to start the drive Friday morning.  As I was starting the car, my phone rang.  It was Jeff.  His message to me was clear…”you have extremely precious cargo on board. Do NOT screw this up”.  So brimming with confidence, we pointed the car toward Southern Ohio.

We took our time and split the drive up over a couple days.  I even did the speed limit the whole way…let me tell you, it felt weird watching all those cars whiz by, but after a while it actually became relaxing.  We had a great time, ate chicken wings for dinner, played putt-putt (after I wiped his putter and colored golf ball down with disinfectant. Then I wiped my down just to make it fair.) 

On day two, I finally brought up the issue to Ryan of the upcoming bone marrow transplant he’d be providing on Thursday.  He said he was completely ready and not scared.  This kid is extremely brave.  Ryan said the doctor told him the day after the transplant would feel like he fell on the ice because his bum would be a little sore.  Ryan also told me he was excited to order a soft pretzel from the hospital lunch cart after the donation.  He explained his brother Cole had been ordering them every day and Ryan wanted his.  Who says jealousy can’t ever be helpful?

After arriving safely in Cincinnati, Ryan and I got to visit Cole in the Bone Marrow Transplant ward.  We could only look through the glass into his room as to avoid any potential contamination.  He was all smiles as he jumped out of bed when he saw us in the window.  He looked every bit of the boisterous, mile-a-minute boy I’ve always known him to be.  He has been a complete champ as he’s faced the chemo treatments and being cooped up in that small box of a room.  I was overjoyed to see him, but let me tell you, it’s a life altering experience to visit that floor.  Someone said it in the blog comments, the people who work there are Angels on Earth. I couldn’t agree more.  I’ll also never forget the look on all the parents faces on the floor.  They shuffle around in sort of a trance, each having a look of disbelief but determination on their face.  Simply put, everyone there is just doing the best they possibly can.

Today Cole got his last chemo treatment before the transplant.  It’s the biggest dosage.  He might be a little more affected by this one than the last.

No-one here planned to be in this unpleasant situation.  But for me, there has been a great silver lining.  It has been a blessing to spend time so much time with Jeff, Janet and of course Ryan.  The family thanks you for all your thoughts and prayers.  Believe me, we’re praying right alongside you.  T minus 3 days to go…

Love,

Uncle Andy

Day -1. Day 0 Tomorrow (Transplant)



Medicine Tree


The last couple days have been tough for Cole.  The isolation combined with heavy doses of chemo have started to take their toll.  It's a view into what lies ahead, but I'm confident Cole will remain strong.  The notes, posts, cards, prayers, jokes, phone calls and Facetiming keep his spirits high, so please feel free to keep them coming. 

Janet remains Cole's rock...a constant force of support and light.  Ryan is the knight in shining armor that, without hesitation, will save the day for his little brother.  Cole continues to stay s strong.  If his superhero idols were here, I'm certain they would look to Cole for strength.  It takes a village to go through this, and for that I can never express my gratitude to all of our family and friends. I have redefined my definition of a hero, and they live amongst me...

For now, we wait with anticipation for transplant tomorrow.

BMBF Bone Marrow Brothers Forever

Out like a light. 




Friday the 13th, Day -7

So far, Cole's chemo is doing exactly what it's supposed to - eliminate both his bone marrow and his immune system.  I suppose we should be happy that his numbers are trending down, but turning him into a toxic wasteland doesn't feel like cause for celebration.  Not yet, anyway.  It feels a little like we're pushing him from the window of a burning building - we know he needs to leave, there's no turning back, and while it will be a rough fall, we hope that he lands safely. 

The doctors are pleased with Cole's progress.  Though we constantly smell like bleach and our hands are raw from washing, we've been able to keep him germ free.  While he's still in isolation, we're trying to make it as unlike prison as we can by decorating the walls and playing games when he feels up to it.  His days have been mostly good.  He's generally had enough energy to get out of bed, play a little and had an appetite.  He hasn't lost his hair and hasn't gained much weight yet.  We know all of this is about to change based on the medications about to come and the conversations we've had with other parents in the bone marrow ward. 

I'm overwhelmed by the general love and care for Cole and the other patients in the unit.  The nurses, doctors, friends, family, co-workers and volunteers re-affirm my faith in humanity.  I am amazed by the kids and parents here.  Some families have multiple children going through bone marrow transplants at once.  Some have been here for 6 months or more.  Some have complications that make treatment far more dangerous. Some of these children will never leave this unit while many others will go on to live happy, productive lives.  Despite that harsh reality, or maybe because of it, people continue to give their time, effort and support.  And it is deeply appreciated by those receiving it. 

It's not lost on me that today is Friday the 13th.  I'm not a superstitious person, but I appreciate when buildings don't have a 13th floor, I'm happy when a black cat doesn't cross my path and I still hold my breath when driving past a cemetery.  I try to enjoy every day, but I do look forward to tomorrow, day -6 as I only want positive thoughts and it's one day closer to getting Cole home.

Game On. Opening Day.

Over the past 2 weeks, Cole spent his days in the hospital and his nights with us.  Today, he will be admitted to the hospital for several months to begin the next phase of treatment.   He'll undergo general anesthesia to have his central line catheter installed into his heart, then begin a cocktail of chemotherapy, steroids and anti-viral medications.  Those will be administered over the next several weeks to eliminate his immune system and prepare him for the bone marrow transplant that will take place at the end of this month.

We took him out to McDonald's for dinner last night.  He's only been to McDonald's a couple times in his life, but we bent on our principals and allowed him to be in control for a while.  He's earned it, and will continue to do so over the next two years while he recovers.

After dinner, we cut his hair short to minimize the effects of going bald from the chemo.  Surprisingly, he seems more concerned with gaining weight from the steroids than losing his hair.  I look forward to the day when he's old enough for nature to cause both his baldness and weight gain.

As I type this, Cole sits next to me, reminding me to thank everyone for the notes, prayers and love.  The comments and support keep his spirits high.  He also saw a commercial promoting the Reds opening day tomorrow and asked if we can go to a game.  I'm an Indians fan, but would happily take him to a Reds game.  I'll even go so far as to root for the Reds to make the playoffs in hopes that I can take Cole to watch a game in person in the Fall.   Game on.