http://www.bloomberg.com/video/jpmorgan-dad-on-son-s-disease-biotech-venture-IZrvLpguSs6D45C1Iwfhmg.html
Sorry, but I can’t not speak my peace on this one. The news story linked above does
not cause me to rejoice. It quite frankly turns my stomach, and for several
reasons.
A high profile rich guy’s kid is diagnosed with Duchenne, and
as fast as you can say, “Oh shit,”, he’s got 17M in investors, and we all
jump up and down like we won the “Price is Right” grand prize.
Newsflash: WE didn’t. The pharmaceutical companies did, and
the investors, who we are told are quite happy about their potential return on
their investment for this business model. This is about curing disease? Get a
clue…it’s about the money, first and foremost. Period. They will receive the
funds, and proceed to distribute them to the corporations to profit off of. And
when, in our fairy-tale hopes-and-dreams world they find a “drug cocktail”,
they will SELL IT BACK TO US at prices that none of us could possibly afford if
not for the benevolence of the Insurance Industry.
Let’s talk about that “drug cocktail”. Are you serious? As
of now, steroids are the only drug used to treat little guys with Duchenne, and
we all have to weigh the risks and benefits, which are nothing to be written
off as no big deal. The steroids do on occasion help them walk longer, and they
enjoy a bit more artificial strength in their childhood, but that wheelchair is
coming, and a sedentary body is going to need all the bone strength it was born
with to stay in an upright position. Steroid weight gain and bone loss will
more than likely come back to bite your now-little boy in the ass when he’s not
so little anymore. Steroids – and I would venture to say most of the drugs they
are looking at – (the “cocktail”) – is only treating him in a Snapchat photo. He
is growing and changing, and people whose kids are little are not thinking
about the rest of their life.
I realize that this
is because of the painful thought processes we have to entertain. I know all
about the intentional denial factor. But what we are stepping into is a life of
drug dependency that in the long run is going to shorten their lives, because
most of these drugs are in fact toxic to their system. Their immune systems –
which, by the way are NOT directly affected by MD – are now compromised by the
very drugs we are trying to “save” them with. This is a slippery slope of
medical dependency that did not need to be, as one drug side effect begets
another counteractive drug, which begets another, and another, until we surely
will have that “cocktail”. And the drug companies wear it well.
For those with a recent diagnosis, I understand the
overwhelming desire to want to “save” your child. They look fine right now –
just a little “off” of the norm of age appropriate development. And in our
current narrative, that means we need to do something, and that something is
raise money for a cure i.e. the drug companies. Because your child is still walking,
laughing, probably unaware of his “fatal disease”, this seems reasonable. We
call it “raising awareness”.
But the awareness that needs to be addressed is within our
own homes, long before we export this to the world that knows nothing of it. The
PARENTS need to be aware that as your son ages – drugs or no – your life is
about to undergo a paradigm shift with him. With the little guys, you are not
thinking about whether or not you will be able to afford the right kind of
wheelchair, or what kind of vehicle you will tote them around in, or what
happens when they need a Hoyer lift for every transfer, and a hospital bed, and
how much time it takes to dress a 14-year-old for school, and how to manage
your life around that. You don’t think about the necessity of straws, or what
to do when they can no longer manage the Legos we inundated them with. And how
are you going to handle his sexuality, mom? Is there a dad here? Then there is
also a marriage that has to deal with a third person in it, night and day, up
close and personal. Good chance there are other children who can’t be kicked to
the curb because they can function independently.
What I’m telling you is that this “disease” does not need a pharmaceutical
answer – it needs a change in thinking. Once you change the thinking, you will,
by default, change the disease, and get the cure you have prayed for. It just
isn’t coming in a bottle of pills or IV treatments. It’s coming in a way we
should try and come to expect. It is in not
seeing a Duchenne-affected child as tragic; a problem to be fixed; crippled…handicapped…pathetic…fatally
ill…DISEASED.
If you’re like me you will bristle at the description as you
look at your son, and loudly cry, “FALSE!”
We would insist that this is not how we see our sons! But it’s time for
a little self-examination. Yes. Yes, we do. And it’s reflected in the beggar’s behavior
we engage in, and how we get all excited when a rich guy gets affected because
he won’t look so much like a beggar. We are a glorified pity party, where we
foot the bill, and it’s been going on since Jerry Lewis started it how many
years ago. We are the tragic, helpless victims of a disease and we need help.
That’s how we see it, that’s how we play it, and that will not change it. If we
really want to change it, we must first indulge in honesty. And only then can
we see this in the light of what it could be.
You see, Not all beautiful things are good. Not all good things are beautiful.
And such is a child who will be living with Duchenne. Did you notice I did NOT
say “dying from a fatal disease”? There you have change number one. Heads up:
LIFE IS FATAL FOR US ALL. Shame on us for the death-sentence we place on our
boys. No one has a guaranteed life into adulthood. No one.
Then there’s the “disease” thing. Let me share personal
point. My son, at 15, heard the words “fatal disease” strung together for the
first time, and they were describing Duchenne, a condition that he is well aware that he has. His words to me?
“Why do they call it
a disease? That makes me feel like a rat in the sewer or something,” with a
look on his face as if someone spit on him. Who is responsible for calling a
genetic mutation a “disease” in the first place, and why must we perpetuate it?
If I called a Down’s Syndrome child diseased, someone would take me to task on
that, you can be sure. Change in thinking #2: Stop with the disease thing…it is
a genetic condition. Period.
Remember Willy Wonka and the golden tickets? Well, in my
world getting a boy with Duchenne is a Golden Ticket. I get to enter into a
place that almost no one has ever been. I’m the parent chosen to go in with
him. It awesome…it’s creepy…it’s amazing…it’s frightening…it’s colorful…it’s
crazy…it’s calming…it’s nerve-wracking. But at the end of the day, we exit that
place different people than we went in. Like
Charlie, when faced with compromise on our integrity, we scorned the big prize
for the relationships in our life…for LOVE. And it’s only in walking away from
the corporate promises and returning to the human side of life that we are
granted the keys to that kingdom. And once in that kingdom, we are free to
create the lives we dreamed of.
Look around you! If all you see is a disease to be cured, and
begging for scraps from the government and pharmaceutical tables, you are
missing out on things that would really change our lives. Think of the world of robotics, which could have power
wheelchairs looking like iron lungs in no time. On physical therapies that
would keep them moving their muscles artificially, instead of atrophying into
stiffness. On technologies that could give these boys the chance to give the
world of their gifts, instead of languishing in the solitude of their homes in
front of the computer and video games, the only things left for those who have
been left to wait for the drug companies to do their thing. Could it be that
having a boy with Duchenne is your cue from the Universe, or God, or the Powers
that Be to push you to see REAL possibilities of LIFE? To see that what you
have is the very definition of a HERO?
Let’s talk about heroes for a minute. How many times have I read someone lauding
their son as a hero, and then curse the “disease” that afforded him the title?
It’s a package deal. Most teenage boys, regardless of disposition, are monosyllabic
with their parents and seeking their own meaning to life at that age. Parenting
becomes a spectator sport. But not for us, you see. We are blessed. We have a
hero we are raising, and will be effectively a Siamese twin with this same
hero, and so thereby have to develop some heroic attributes ourselves.
But who
have we been taught are heroes? Those with outstanding athletic or acting or
money-making skills? Why then, we just have a pack of short-bus losers. Not a
society I want to live in. But let’s talk about the boys and men with Duchenne
that truly inspire us. They are doing things that everyone else does: writing,
directing, producing, going to prom, graduating, marrying, travelling cross
country with friends. So why the inspiration? Why the standing ovations and
sense of awe? Because they are amazing for what they were able to accomplish IN
SPITE of being “diseased”. Because like all heroes, they face what we esteem to
be insurmountable odds to come out on top. They still love and live life, despite the fact that we all “hate Duchenne”.
We are conflicted. These are not strugglers and stragglers.
These are not immobile invalids we need to pressure society to accommodate. We
instinctively know this. We know that they are, in fact, over-comers, who are
brave because they have to be, and we know that most of us are not equal to
that task. Yet, we take their actions and serve them up as icing on the cake at
our pity parties. We devalue them by reducing their efforts to an appeal for
money they will never see. At a certain stage of life, we realize that any “cure”
is a moot point, but by that time, you have no more time for running around
begging. Your life now revolves around this super-hero you have birthed, and
all the research in the world is meaningless if you still see his life as
merely a struggle to live a standard-issue life until they die.
In this context, our fundraising makes no sense at all.
Imagine having a child who is a gifted athlete. I mean, over-the-top Olympic
hopeful stuff. “Oh, dear,” we cry, “Janie is a special child! She’s not like
the other girls. She so much faster, so much better at her sport than all the
other kids. What if we have to allow her to be homeschooled so that she can
practice more hours in the day to become the best? What if she wants to
actually try for Olympic status? Her training will be a rigorous hell-on-earth!
Oh the struggles, and battles, and tears, and missed social life, and high
expectations, and potential crushing disappointments! And fame…oh dear. Maybe
we can find a cure, so she will be just like all the other kids.”
It’s the same…yes, it is. Our children might not be
impressing anyone on figure skates, but their gifts hit people at a far, far
deeper level than ESPN. They get to people’s HEARTS. They get into their minds.
They see things that those who rush around in their “healthy” bodies will never
even notice, and they would probably be able to share these profundities with
the world if they hadn’t been labeled by their fellow humans as broken,
diseased, and pitiful. Put them on a stage for all to see just how pitiful they
are to wrench a dollar from the merciful masses for…what? These kids are the
X-Men, but unless they have knives for hands or can control the weather we just
pass them off as hopeless cripples?
No. In my way of thinking, there should be schools set aside
for them, just like the X-men. They ARE different. They will never be mistaken
for “normal”. They are special, indeed. They are gifted. And those gifts will
cost them. And they will pay the price for having it. As will you as parents.
And the cost is great. Will we honor
their gifts with the reverence they deserve? Or will we be found begging
society to make room for them, while we search for a “cure” for the very matrix
of their gifts?
So how could we possibly make this happen? Again…A CHANGE IN
THINKING. And that thinking has to start at home, where this child will be
nurtured and raised. We need to stop listening to what the current world
paradigm is, and listen to our HEARTS. We need to stop being victims, and take
up ownership of our situation. We need to stop seeing our children as SICK.
They are not. They are rare. They are different. They are gifted. They are
special. They have a spirit that will be stronger than any physical body if we
will but allow them to see themselves as who and what they really are, instead
of pathetic patients in need of pharmaceutical “cocktails”.
There should be a touring bus coming through every town in
the U.S. on a regular basis with a Duchenne boy on it, inspiring celebration for
a life being LIVED. There should be a line of young men waiting to accompany
such a hero on his trip. This is how lives would be changed! Want a kinder,
gentler world? Give people the chance to live with one of these extraordinary men
and become involved in their daily life for even a few weeks. They will never
be the same. We shouldn’t even have to pay people to do it…for it is an honor, privilege,
and task of heroic proportions all by itself.
Who is going to tell this to the world if we, as parents, do
not esteem it so? If we see our boys as burdens, we become not much more than
human zoo exhibits that people like to visit so that they can feel better about
their own lot in life, but are happy to leave at the end of the day. Our
message turns into, “Hi! My life sucks, my kid is diseased and dying. So since
we know you don’t really want anything to do with this shit, could you drop
some money in the hat?” And as life goes on, and the progress becomes more and
more difficult in the life of Duchenne, the tendency for the story is to become
more tragic, and pretty soon you have to leave the spotlight, because the
sorrow we project is downright scary. Plus, it gets a little too obvious that
all the money for a “cure” has been for naught. We must not allow ourselves to
see it this way.
Life with Duchenne is like a video game. We level up as they
grow. The levels become increasingly difficult, but they can be won: Not with
medicine, but with SPIRIT. With attitude. With guts. With risk. With chutzpah.
And winning is NOT living forever. Winning is finishing the game after
completing all the levels successfully, and becoming the full person you and
they were meant to be. And we must come to the point of allowing this to
happen. We resist. We try to stop time. We try to turn back the clock. We are so focused on an uncertain future and pining for the past that we miss the NOW, the present and all that it is bringing us
every day that grows us.
Life with Duchenne is a roller coaster ride, and here we
parents are, white knuckling the safety bar, screaming our head off, feet
firmly planted inside the cart and our legs shaking with the effort of trying
to stop what cannot be stopped. Enough, I say. Let go. Raise your hands.
Surrender to the void. Scream with a smile for the complete and total
overwhelming rush that it is. That’s your kid beside you. Let him enjoy it,
too.
The hope we seek is within us, and it’s in a perspective
that does not see this as a medical problem to be fixed by some drug company or
government approval. It is a THINKING problem that can be fixed right at home
by rejecting the whole story we’ve been told about Duchenne. It is NOT fatal.
It is NOT a disease. Your child is not a problem to be fixed….he’s a hero in
training. We need to accept that challenge with grace and strength, so that
they can indeed be all they can be.
They are not meant to be poster-children
for suffering. Nor are we as parents. We have been knighted with a task that is
superlative and herculean in nature. Will you rise to it, or crumble underneath
it? It’s all a matter of the way you THINK about it.
So…do we just ignore the difficulties? Ignore the medical
needs? Pretend it doesn’t hurt at times? Charade that our hearts are not broken
regularly and repeatedly? Deny our despair at times? No, no, no, no and no.
That’s part of our hero training. Heroes of history have all met with life and
death decisions, physical hardships, extreme pain of both and emotional and
physical nature and crushing defeats. The difference between a hero and a
victim then is in how you interpret the life you have been given. In whether or
not you allow these things to grow you, or to destroy you. It’s in facing the
Highest Power in your life with a sense of profound gratitude for choosing you,
rather than shaking a fist and cursing your fate.
It’s about not wearing your
pain on your sleeve for all to see and pity, but showing the world that you
have a Golden Ticket. Yes..YOU! And only when we stand with a pride borne of
humility and hardship will the world see us in that light. As long as we parade
about as victims and beggars, that is all we will ever be seen as. People
disappear from your life, because you are depressing and sad and a representation
of everything nobody wants. That is the picture we have painted.
I am
suggesting it’s time to scrap that picture for a new canvas altogether. But
this time, let’s give the paintbrush to those who understand that we are not
looking for handouts and pity. When they call the Duchenne people to come
forward, let’s not send in the clowns to dance for money…let’s show them the
height and breadth and depth of soul that people aspire to. Let’s present
people who are worthy of infinite respect, who are not asking you to relieve their
suffering and remedy their tragedy, but
who inspire them more than a Tony Robbins conference, or “The Secret”, or the
Wisdom of the Holy Books. People of strength, and joy, and gratitude, who see
their lot in life as an opportunity to live it to its fullest; fullest joy,
fullest sorrow, fullest victory, fullest pain, deepest valleys, highest
mountains.
Where does that leave our “money for a cure” issue? Right
where it is, shrugged off as a rag in exchange for the robes that befit us. Find me a “charity” for which the return on
investment is not monetary. Find me a van for every family that needs one. Find
me new and innovative technologies to assist our heroes with movement and communication
and connection. Find me financial support for the medical appliances that
become necessary as we level-up in the game. Find me community awareness that
does not involve a pity party for the “sick” one.
Let us, by our show of strength,
create a community that rallies around such kids with all the enthusiasm of the
Green Bay Packer fans. Let’s stop being such downers that we are shelved into
the pigeon-hole of the needy by living lives and showing attitudes that people
are drawn to and not repulsed by. Let’s create a world where there is support
for parents – plenty of shoulders to cry on because it’s not a permanent
state-of-being for us. A world that doesn’t need to be reminded to make their
establishments accessible – because if they are not, they would be afraid the
heroes would not come. (Interesting…because heroes are better for a successful
business model than beggars.)
The question then arises: Are we willing to change our
thinking? Or have we become comfortable victims? Do we use our “diseased” sons
as a sort of social currency? Have we rather enjoyed the constant stream of
pity? Would we be lost if we had to stop the busy-ness and distraction of our
fundraising long enough to realize what we honestly believe about it? And how this looks
from a distance? Do we really want a cure? Do we want one bad enough to stop
all the presses and perhaps write a new narrative on this?
It won’t be easy. But it’s not impossible. Try just
fantasizing that world for a few minutes. It exists. As parents, we already
live there. We arrived there the day our son was born, and we held them and
promised them a life worth living. Look at your son today and tell me that you
don’t see a hero. If you do, then start putting that belief into your thinking.
When someone comes and wants to use your son as a mascot for pity, it won’t
make sense anymore. You will have started thinking that what they are looking
for is pity to generate donations. But if you are going to sell anything about
your son, it won’t be his tragedy, it will be his Heroism. He IS the cure for
Duchenne as we’ve been lead to believe it. And because he IS the cure, we are
just about the business of LIVING LIFE now, and we will do that with or without
any pharmaceuticals. We are already winners, and people would rather join the
winning team than financially prop up a losing “battle”.
And with the support
of people, our sons won’t suffer the isolation and stigma of being "diseased". People want to hang
out with heroes. And our sons will be more apt to pursue their passions,
because people look up to heroes, and heroes tend to live up to or surpass
expectations. And opportunities will abound, and obstacles will move out of the
way.
Finally, I need to say that I offer no apology for how I see
this, and have no need to entertain argument regarding it. None should be
generated. You need no validation from me for any works that you may currently do
in the fund-raising arena. I believe your hearts are pure in your quest.
But I see every
Duchenne kid and parent as a comrade…part of a reluctant-elite force of
humanity. I see a value, a strength…a trait nothing short of valor in all of
you that I have come into contact with. And it’s as if you don’t even know who
you are. As if we are sad, and small. I want you to know that we are NOT! And
we are far, far above the social paradigm that makes us tragic. The monetary
nature of our society has played us. And I’m pissed off about that. Because it
makes us out to be fools. So much money for them at the cost of so much for us.
And I realize that most of the efforts we put forth were by newly “condemned”
parents. But one day, shit will get real enough that you see the folly in it. You
will not be thinking about money and a cure when you are in a battle for air.
Let’s fight for something more important than a pharmaceutical
cure. How about let’s fight for our dignity, and sell the benefits to society for
appreciating those heroes among them. Of the benefits of making sure these
heroes have everything they need to live a life of service to others. Where
people greet you and your son with awe, and not “Awwww.”
We need to change the thinking. We need to change the story
of Duchenne. And we’ve already got a lead in on that, you know. Our friend Dr. Guillaume
Duchenne has another label to his credit. He studied facial muscles during
smiling, and differentiated between a forced smile, (which more closely
resembled pain), and a spontaneous, genuine smile. He labeled the latter: The Duchenne
Smile. When we can all wear our Duchenne Smile, we will have the most tangible
Cure for Duchenne we’ve ever seen.