A Christmas conversation.

I realized last night that, in all my eagerness to get Monkey excited about the pending visit from Santa Claus, I’ve left out the whole bit about good boys and girls getting presents from Santa.  I decided to drop that little bomb on Monkey last night.

Umma:  Is Santa going to bring you presents?

Monkey:  Yesss!

Umma:  You know only good boys and girls get presents from Santa, right? 

Monkey: … (he just looks at me out of the corner of his eye.)

Umma:  Good boys and girls get presents from Santa.  Naughty boys and girls don’t.  Have you been a good boy this year?

Monkey: …..(in a whisper) Yes?

Umma (struggling not to laugh):  Yes, you have been a good boy!  I’m sure Santa will bring you presents.  (Monkey grins)  Has Mommy been a good girl this year?

Monkey:  Yes!

Umma:  Do you think Santa will bring Mommy a present?

Monkey:  Yes!

Umma:  Was Daddy a good boy this year?

Monkey (in a low voice):  No.

Umma:  Daddy wasn’t a good boy this year??  Is Santa going to bring Daddy a present?

Monkey (still in a low voice): No?

Sorry, Duhdee!  Hopefully you make the good list next year!

What I’ve been hearing lately…

When Monkey responds positively to a question:  “Yeah.  Sure.”

When Monkey wants something:  “What.”  Umma responds:  “What?”  Monkey then tells or shows her what.

When Monkey wants to watch Toy Story or Toy Story: 2:  “Buzz? Ok!”

When Monkey wants someone to follow him:  “C’mere, c’mere” He bends over slightly and gently claps his hands together…like we do to catch the dogs’ attention.  It does work.

When Monkey wakes up every morning:  “Big!  TREEE! Dark!” He says this periodically until the Christmas lights come on (they are on a timer.)  Fun fact:  The Christmas lights come on at 6 (!) in the darn morning and we always hear at minimum 10 minutes of this, usually much longer.  So there is the sleep update.

When the Christmas lights finally come on:  “Hi ‘ta!”  (Greeting a big Santa who lives next to the tree.)  Another fun fact:  He won’t enter the dining room (where the tree is) until the lights come on.  He prefers to stand at the foot of our bed while yelling, of course.

When I first manage to peel open my eyes in the morning and make eye contact with Monkey:  “Umma, tea?  Tea?”  Too bad he can’t make me a tea and deliver it bedside.  It might make the unreasonable time on the clock feel more reasonable.

An extra special Santa.

Earlier this year, when we were cleaning out the basement, Duhdee’s grandfather gave us permission to throw out a few things he had stored down there.  Before we discarded the boxes, however, we took a look and discovered some Christmas decorations that Duhdee’s grandmother had collected. 

Duhdee’s mom took the crystal nativity and Duhdee and I decided to keep a few of the Santa figurines.  The Santa figurines each represent a country.  There are 6 of them.  I didn’t pay much mind to the countries of origin or, if I did, I soon forgot.  We packed them in with the rest of our Christmas items and there they’ve sat for the last 6 months. 

On Wednesday night, I pulled a few more boxes of decorations out to continue decorating the house.  I found the box of Santas and while discussing something or other with Duhdee I grabbed one of the small boxes and unwrapped  the Santa inside.  As I placed it on the shelf I really looked at the Santa for the first time and it brought such a warm feeling to my heart.  The Santa was from Holland.

When I finished opening up the rest of the Santas I realized the Santas all represented countries from either Duhdee’s or my heritage except for Holland.  Holland represents something even more precious; our son and the journey he is leading us on.

WELCOME TO HOLLAND

by
Emily Perl Kingsley

I am often asked to describe the experience of raising a child with a disability – to try to help people who have not shared that unique experience to understand it, to imagine how it would feel. It’s like this……

When you’re going to have a baby, it’s like planning a fabulous vacation trip – to Italy. You buy a bunch of guide books and make your wonderful plans. The Coliseum. The Michelangelo David. The gondolas in Venice. You may learn some handy phrases in Italian. It’s all very exciting.

After months of eager anticipation, the day finally arrives. You pack your bags and off you go. Several hours later, the plane lands. The stewardess comes in and says, “Welcome to Holland.”

“Holland?!?” you say. “What do you mean Holland?? I signed up for Italy! I’m supposed to be in Italy. All my life I’ve dreamed of going to Italy.”

But there’s been a change in the flight plan. They’ve landed in Holland and there you must stay.

The important thing is that they haven’t taken you to a horrible, disgusting, filthy place, full of pestilence, famine and disease. It’s just a different place.

So you must go out and buy new guide books. And you must learn a whole new language. And you will meet a whole new group of people you would never have met.

It’s just a different place. It’s slower-paced than Italy, less flashy than Italy. But after you’ve been there for a while and you catch your breath, you look around…. and you begin to notice that Holland has windmills….and Holland has tulips. Holland even has Rembrandts.

But everyone you know is busy coming and going from Italy… and they’re all bragging about what a wonderful time they had there. And for the rest of your life, you will say “Yes, that’s where I was supposed to go. That’s what I had planned.”

And the pain of that will never, ever, ever, ever go away… because the loss of that dream is a very very significant loss.

But… if you spend your life mourning the fact that you didn’t get to Italy, you may never be free to enjoy the very special, the very lovely things … about Holland.

c1987
by Emily Perl Kingsley
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The great Christmas tree adventure of 2009.

If I were the type of wife to tell her husband “I told you so.” Saturday would have been the day. 

Every year we go cut our own Christmas tree.  We’ve done it on days when it was unseasonably warm, we’ve done it on days when there is fresh snow (to our KNEES) on the ground and this year we did it in the icy, howling wind.  OK, maybe it wasn’t howling but it was darn close and it was icy for sure!  When we were getting ready to leave home I asked if we should wear boots (it had been raining for a couple days.)  Oh, no!  We don’t need boots!  Sneakers will be fine!  So we all put on our sneakers and headed off on our great adventure.

There is a particular tree farm we favor.  We have gone to others but we always seem to find the best trees at this one.  We had a lovely drive up and, filled with excitement, we pulled into the parking lot.  Monkey was so excited that he’d brought his very own reciprocating saw with him.  We don’t use power tools to cut our tree but that is the tool he sees Duhdee use to cut things most often so it seemed logical.  We jumped out of the truck, turned toward the area where the hayride pick up is and saw…an ocean of deep, dark, gooey MUD.  Perfect.  Despite the copious amounts of hay they had put down over the mud there was no way to get to the hayride or the trees without crossing the sea of mud.  I was feeling very smug that I had thought to at least pack extra socks and shoes for Monkey.  Of course, I didn’t bring any for myself nor did I bring any extra pants for Monkey…but still.

We rode to the very back of the farm on the tractor drawn hay wagon.  The further uphill we traveled the colder the wind got.  By the time we reached the drop off point I was very sorry indeed that there were no mittens for either Monkey or I. Duhdee was wearing his work gloves.  Duhdee and I were hat-less to boot.  Brrr.  We took a quick peek at the trees up there on the hill and then set off briskly for the lower terrain.  At least some of the wind was blocked! 

Starting the moment that we stepped off the wagon Monkey began galloping around yelling “Cut! Cut!” while brandishing his saw.  One woman stopped me and asked if I had a camera to record the excitement.  She told me it was her first year cutting a tree without her kids now that her youngest is in college.  She looked so wistful as she watched Monkey running and laughing.  I forgot all about the cold at that point and just focused on enjoying his excitement.

Some years it has taken Duhdee and I up to two hours to negotiate on the right tree.  I, invariably, want one that is too tall and spend those hours asking him repeatedly, “Are you sure it’s tall enough?”  Duhdee, invariably, wants to just “look over there quickly” before we end up cutting the tree we picked out in the first place.  This year we were done in a half hour!  We only seriously considered 3 trees and finally cut the third tree.  It was not as tall as I would have preferred but it smelled good and had a lovely shape.  Yay!  Dudhee and Monkey knelt on the wet ground, saws in hand (Duhdee was using a very dull hand saw as provided by the farm), and proudly claimed our prize. 

The farm has several quads with trailers patrolling the fields to help haul the trees down to the barn where the are wrapped and the bottom of the tree is drilled.  We wouldn’t normally bother, we just drag it down ourselves but this year we took the easy way out.  By the time we’d walked down, negotiated through the mud and chosen wreaths our tree was ready to go.  It was a record setting pace!

When we got home Duhdee set up the tree in the newly vacant corner of the dining room (Duhdee’s office has been banished!)  Monkey was wide eyed to see the tree all set up and began yelling excitedly “Big! Big! Big!”  and “Tree!”   He’s still yelling this 3 days later, in fact.  He tends to do it mostly when we first wake up or when I get home from work.  It’s as if he is just blown away by it every time he sees it again.  It’s adorable.

That first night I decided to string the lights and that’s when I made an unfortunate discovery.  None of us had actually touched the tree (without gloves) before getting it home.  I wouldn’t have thought this was a very big deal because evergreens pretty much all have the same sort of texture.  I thought.  It turns out that our slightly short (but not really, it’s just the first year the angel’s head doesn’t brush the ceiling, lol), lovely smelling, lovely shaped tree is 3/4 cactus.  I had to wear gloves to put on the lights and I put off adding the other decorations for 2 days because I was dreading it. 

Next year we’ll have to add another requirement to our “perfect” tree, I guess.

It isn’t that I have nothing to say.

Sometimes I get into these periods when I just want to forget (as much as possible) about Fragile X.  I just want to be a normal (as much as possible) mom and do normal things with my normal family.  I have been deleting almost all of my FX related e-mails.  I have kept a few because the subject perked my interest but I haven’t read them.   I have been deleting almost all of my SPEDPAC e-mails too.  I am a very good ostrich when I want to be!

So many really cool things have been going on here but I got so behind on posting that I couldn’t figure out where to start and then I felt overwhelmed and paralyzed so I just didn’t.  It is too totally rational!

Anyway, during the radio silence we here at Chez Monkey have been a grand time.  We’ve been working on projects around the house in preparation for our Thanksgiving feast.  My dining room turned office/playroom turned office/playroom/dining room is back to being just a dining room! 

Thanksgiving here is done in 3 Acts.  Act 1 is Thanksgiving Day which takes place at our home with just our little family.  Act 2 is the Saturday following Thanksgiving which takes place at my parents house and included 23 people this year…and some were missing!  Act 3 is the following weekend at our house once again but this time with Duhdee’s family.  Even though we chose to do a non-traditional ham in Act 1, I am still heartily sick of turkey.  This is very unfortunate since we have approximately a metric ton of turkey left from Act 3 and it is still in the process of being turned into turkey pot pies so my house still smells like turkey.  Ugh.

Monkey had school pictures taken this year.  The last two years we’ve told them to let him participate if he wants but please don’t torture him.  The child hates having professional pictures done so badly that we’ve NEVER done it sucessfully!  This year I expected the same.  I gave them money for a package of individual portraits and money for a class picture and told his teacher to use her judgement.  The kid actually let them take his picture!  He is sort of smiling but not looking directly at the camera.  I consider it a huge win since under normal circumstances he is on the floor doing his limp noodle impression.

What else?  The talking.  OMG the talking.  We have still not told him to stop talking but only just barely.  It is still hard for other people to understand him at times but his words are getting clearer and clearer.  He has the “Umma, Umma, Mama, Mama, Mom, Mom, Mom” thing down PAT.  His inflections are much better, we can tell when he’s asking questions now vs. making statements.  He is a little repeater now.  This morning on our way to class he was goofing off and I said to him “You are a fruitcake!”  Not only did he agree with me (he also agrees that he is handsome, goofy and a smarty) but he repeated the word! 

His sleeping still sucks.  He is fine going to sleep but he wakes up in the middle of the night 3 to 4 times a week.  Sometimes he goes right back to sleep but most times he does not for long periods of time.  We have tried all of the advice given to us at the last FX clinic appointment and it’s helped marginally but not nearly enough.  Great Grampy told me this weekend that when Monkey wakes up during the night it wakes him up too.  We really need to figure something out.  We asked his teacher to make note of the days when he is really tired.  We can see the effect it’s having on him at school.  When he’s well-rested he is much more vocal and calm…when he’s not he’s a ball of frenetic energy.  His teacher thinks he’s just trying to stay awake by constantly moving.  I’m not sure what is next…we’re going to have to go for another appointment…with the changes to my health insurance we’ll have to pay this one out of totally pocket.  Bugger.

I think that’s enough for now, don’t you?  I still want to write about cutting our own Christmas tree in the near future though 🙂

Not directly FX related but it has potential.

Gene therapy makes major stride in ‘Lorenzo’s Oil’ disease

In the third gene-therapy success of recent weeks, French researchers have arrested the progression of the rare and fatal degenerative disorder adrenoleukodystrophy, which was at the heart of the popular movie “Lorenzo’s Oil.” The disease has stabilized in two boys who were 7 years old when the therapy was performed two years ago, the team reported today in the journal Science.

“This is a disease that never, ever stabilizes” on its own, said Dr. Katherine A. High of the Children’s Hospital of Philadelphia, who was not involved in the research. “The fact that they were able to achieve that means they are getting a therapeutic effect.”

This is the fifth disease for which gene therapy has been shown to be beneficial, said Dr. Theodore Friedmann of UC San Diego, who was also not involved. “That’s a major achievement for a field that has been in the clinic for only 18 or 19 years. . . . This is a new form of medicine and deserves to be seen as such.”

The French team has already treated a third boy who has the disease. Although results are not yet available in that case, the team plans to expand the trial to others, including older men with a milder form of the disease.

Adrenoleukodystrophy, commonly known as ALD, is identified in about 120 young boys in the U.S. each year. Those born with the defective ALD gene appear to be normal until about age 5, “when a really catastrophic process of progressive, relentless demyelination [of the brain] sets in that leaves them vegetative or dead within one to two years,” said Dr. Florian Eichler of Massachusetts General Hospital, an expert in the disease. “This is as bad as neurological disorders get.”

If the disorder is identified before brain deterioration begins, the concoction known as Lorenzo’s oil — a mixture of fats from olive and rapeseed oils that purportedly reduces abnormally high levels of damaging long-chain fatty acids in the brain — can delay the disease’s progress somewhat.

Once deterioration begins, however, the only option has been a bone marrow transplant. For the few children who have a closely matched sibling, the procedure can arrest progression. A transplant from a less closely matched donor can help, but can also have severe side effects. Some patients, for example, must use a wheelchair as a result of the procedure.

The new research was conducted by a team headed by Drs. Nathalie Cartier and Patrick Aubourg of Paris Descartes University, who have been involved in previous successful studies of severe combined immunodeficiency disease.

They took the healthy form of the ALD gene and inserted it into HIV — the AIDS virus — that had been “defanged” so that it could no longer cause disease. HIV, from the lentivirus family, has been of great interest to gene therapists because it can insert genes into cells that are not actively dividing. Previous viruses used as delivery systems have only been able to insert genes into cells that are dividing.

The HIV delivery system may also be safer. Mouse retroviruses that have been used in previous studies of gene therapy can activate genes near where the added gene is inserted into the chromosome, potentially creating problems. That may be why a gene-therapy treatment for X-linked severe combined immunodeficiency, or SCID, caused some cases of leukemia. Lentiviruses are much less likely to turn on unwanted genes.

Despite years of research, this is the first time that a lentivirus has been used in a human trial. Aubourg and his colleagues chose it because it introduces the desired gene into a higher proportion of cells.

The French team isolated bone-marrow stem cells from the two boys, then used the virus to introduce the healthy ALD gene. They then did the equivalent of a bone-marrow transplant, destroying the boys’ marrow and introducing the modified cells, which proliferate to form new marrow. About 15% of the cells began producing the desired protein, and production has persisted for the two years of follow-up.

Fifteen percent may not seem like much, but “it is a level that would be therapeutic for a variety of other diseases, like sickle cell disease,” said Dr. Donald Kohn, a gene-therapy researcher at UCLA.

He noted that the first successful treatment for SCID in Milan got production of the desired gene in only “1% of cells at best.”

The effects on the disease were about the same as those from a successful bone-marrow transplant using closely matched cells, Aubourg noted.

“That’s good news because many patients don’t have access to bone-marrow transplants [that are good matches], and it is not an innocuous procedure,” Friedmann said.

The team documented its success in arresting the disease in a variety of ways, and was able to demonstrate that the procedure was safe.

In the last two weeks, researchers have reported using gene therapy to treat an eye disease called Leber’s congenital amaurosis and to rejuvenate human lungs that would otherwise be unfit for transplantation — although treated lungs have not yet been transplanted into humans. Two forms of SCID had previously been cured, and now ALD.

Gene therapy “has crossed a threshold, scientifically and medically, and also in credibility,” Friedmann said. These studies “are not hype; they are not hyperbole. They really are providing treatment for sick people.”