Throughout Ollie's cancer treatment, stem cell transplant and recovery period we have been loved and supported by so many. I've said this many times over the past year and a half and I never stop being overwhelmed by how many kindness have been sent our way. By the selfless acts and the humility with which people simply tried to do the right thing to help our family in whatever way they could when we were in need and to help us to keep Ollie as safe as possible throughout this period.
People took special care to prepare meals safely and only when they and their own families were well. I received several messages over his treatment from friends who were signed up to send meals that said someone in their family had a cold (pre-COVID) and they didn't want to risk passing it on to us so they either sent us an e-gift card to buy a meal for our family instead or brought it by later when they were all well again.
[Photo description: A foil wrapped dish of Chicken Broccoli and Rice Casserole from one of Ollie's former kindergarten teachers with the message, "You've got this Ollie. Love Ms. Charron" with heating instructions.]
Some families who were helping us with nurturing and chauffeuring Abby checked in when they had illness at home to warn us that we'd have to reschedule or even went the extra mile and called another of our friends who were well to arrange to take Abby when they couldn't. The school would call us when there was an outbreak of anything they thought we should be aware of in case we wanted to keep Abby home for a few days to avoid potential exposure.
There were many gifts dropped off lovingly and carefully with notes or messages texted to us explaining how they had taken extra precautions to sanitize them for us before dropping off. Respectful drop offs happened regularly where they gave us space for safety even before COVID struck and we all needed to. I remember being in church in fall of 2019 and a mama I knew who had heard our diagnosis news came to me and hugged me apologetically. She said she knew she really shouldn't be putting me at risk by hugging me, but told me she knew this was likely the last hug we'd be able to have as treatment got under way because she was a cancer survivor (I hadn't known!) and knew what we'd need to do to keep him safe, too.
[Photo description: Ollie in his hospital bed at CHEO just after COVID-19 began in Ottawa in March 2020. Dearest friends (family to us) Uncle Vic and Mackenzie play Beyblades with him while wearing masks to protect him (and this is long before masks were recommended).]
So many of our closest friends and family got flu shots over the past two flu seasons for OLLIE. Because they knew we might need their help and they couldn't risk passing a flu on to us when Ollie had low neutrophils from chemo and post transplant. Many of them wouldn't normally get a flu shot, but got it for us. They told us they knew they needed to be ready to help us and couldn't be anywhere near us if they got sick.
These are the most beautiful gestures of people caring for each other. Of people selflessly putting the needs of an immuno-compromised child before their own. Of realizing that they had the power to make things a little easier and a little less scary for us as we fought to save our child's life and began to fear all of the invisible bacteria and viruses that could potentially kill someone with a low functioning or non-existent immune system. These generous souls researched and educated themselves on how to help us. And it wasn't just people we knew. Many were friends of friends and some even perfect strangers in our neighborhood and our city who heard our story and were moved to help in some way.
So many friends and family from afar have donated blood and tagged us in posts saying they were doing it for Ollie. Several incredible humanitarian friends got swabbed and are now on the international stem cell registry because they were moved by Ollie and Abby to try to help other families like ours who need matches to save their own children. And many many more have sent financial donations to us and to every single fundraiser we've supported for the various organizations that have helped us to survive it all.
Why am I reiterating so much of this now? Because the truth is we're always ALL OF US in this together and we're all connected whether or not we want to be or even realize it. This is true not just during cancer, nor just during COVID, but always. COVID has just made more people realize it and yet there are still some who continue to live their lives like they should do whatever they want, whenever they want, without concern for how it impacts others.
Last weekend Mario and I got our first Pfizer COVID-19 vaccinations at CHEO as part of the province's Phase 2 where caregivers of stem cell transplant recipients (they're vaccinating every recipient and/or their caregivers within 3 years of transplant) were finally eligible to get vaccinated. It was an emotional day and Ollie was with us to mark it, wishing he could get the vaccine too (he will as soon as it is approved for immuno-compromised children). As most parents would, we got it first and foremost to protect our little survivor.
But the truth is that we would have done it for anyone else's child, too. Just as Mario was a Big Brother and I was a Big Sister for Big Brothers Big Sisters Ottawa to help other people's children. When we first volunteered we didn't know the children or families we'd be helping by volunteering to be mentors. We spent our time and money to help these children become strong and independent adults and I'll tell you it was totally worth it. I know that our not so Littles (both have families of their own now) and both of their moms read this blog. Any person who's volunteered to help someone else would attest to the fact that they felt that they got much more out of doing something good for others than they gave.
Getting back to the vaccine, I've watched this week as the AstraZeneca vaccine (that so many were fearful of due to reports of blood clots) was opened up to our peeps in the 40+ crowd and rejoiced in how friends and family have embraced this and went out in droves to find and get the jab wherever they could! Record numbers of fearless, altruistic people who just want us all to do the right thing and take care of each other and end this nightmare finally. Again, I got so many messages from so many of you sharing that you got it, knowing that each one makes my anxiety lessen a bit and increases my hope that Ollie and all of us can safely rejoin the world again soon. We love that so many of you think of us, but know that you are all worth protecting and so are your loved ones, too, so please keep getting vaccinated everyone!
Before I sign off, I want to share a powerful and a shockingly familiar story with you. It's about a smiley, kind, smart, determined 13-year old boy named Mateo. I tell you this story and share his photos with permission from his amazing mama who shared them lovingly with me.
In the summer of 2016 Mateo became very ill and doctors couldn't figure out what it was, so he was admitted to CHEO for a month and a half while they did countless tests to get a diagnosis. By October he had started to grow lumps on the side of his neck and a biopsy finally revealed that he had Anaplastic Large Cell Lymphoma. He also had Hemophagocytic Lymphohystiocytosis (HLH) which is a severe inflammatory syndrome and complicated his ALCL treatment significantly, making him higher risk. The ALCL had also spread to his spleen and lungs by the time he was diagnosed.
Dr. Abbott (Ollie's doctor) was his oncologist and I'm told he adored her (as do we). He began with the standard ALCL treatment that involved 6 rounds of chemo and his disease shrunk on his scans after the first treatments. Suddenly during his treatment he relapsed with lymphoma in his brain and spine. He went blind in one eye. They gave him stronger chemo treatments to try to get him into remission, which made him very weak and sick. The doctors tried desperately to find clinical trials that he might qualify for, but his condition was quickly deteriorating and the timing to get into a trial was more than they had. He also had radiation, but it wasn't enough. They had been told that if he could get into remission he could get a stem cell transplant at Sick Kids Hospital because miraculously his brother was a perfect match. Sadly even the hard core chemo and radiation couldn't get him into remission. The boys begged for a chance at transplant and with no other options left, Sick Kids agreed, but it was very high risk. They both got baptised just before they went to Toronto for transplant.
Mateo got his brother's beautiful and perfectly matched stem cells, but he was too sick. A week after his transplant he fell into a coma and wasn't expected to live more than a few hours, but ever the determined fighter, he hung on so they transferred him home to Ottawa where he passed five days later in June 2017. His family and friends have missed him every single day of the four years that he's been gone.
I believe in the depths of my soul that Mateo and his unbelievably brave family taught our oncology team what they needed to know to save our Ollie. That Dr. Abbott knew how to treat his first relapse and to request the miracle drug Lorlatinib from Pfizer (developed and clinical trials done since Mateo passed) under compassionate grounds after Ollie relapsed the first time because she knew we'd likely need a plan C and had to be ready with it quickly. Thanks to this it was there and ready to access when we needed it and it saved his life. Mateo helped to save my son.
His mama and I are forever connected because of our sons. She wanted me to use her son's name proudly and tell this story because it keeps his memory alive and validates for us that every life is important and we're all connected in ways we cannot even imagine. That the sacrifices that we make daily help others and even when we are suffering, others will learn and gain from it. I can never repay her family for their sacrifice, but I will always speak of Mateo as the true hero that he was.
So every one of you out there working through your own fear on the frontlines to keep us all safe, contributing to research, accepting risk for the greater good, taking care of each other, wearing masks, washing hands, staying home during lockdown and getting your COVID-19 vaccine is a helper and a hero in their own way. No one sets out to be a hero, but by doing the right thing they become one.
You have literally no idea right now how what is happening to you today impacts others around you and those that follow in your footsteps. Just like Mateo and his family had no idea that although they'd lose him to ALCL, he'd one day help to save Ollie and inspire us to keep helping others after us. I'm so glad that I learned about Mateo and was able to connect the dots between his sacrifice and my son's survival. Connect the dots and draw the lines between you and others. Be brave and giving like Mateo. It may just save someone else's life down the road.
