I just read my mom’s latest CaringBridge entry and pondered how to summarize her words here for my last Notes from Germany post before realizing I could never tell the story as well as she has. The conference is over, and Mom now has only to make her way back over the Atlantic and home to Charlotte. Usually, the words on this page are mine. The ones that follow now are hers.
There are several research projects specifically for INCL (T’s form of the disease) that need funding or continued funding. Most importantly, Dr. Hofmann (Taylor’s Tale has funded her work for the past two years) will need a third year of funding. She was the second presenter at this conference and announced that she is ready for preclinical trials. She has made the enzyme and must now determine a delivery method to the brain. You can’t imagine the joy and pride it gave me to hear that information…and the gratitude I feel for our friends and family who have made it possible for Taylor’s Tale to provide the support.
During the final session of this conference, I heard the first report from the Portland trial. The presenter arrived yesterday and was genuinely shocked to find that Child Number Four’s dad and I were attending this conference. “I didn’t think parents would come this far.” I wanted to say, “Come on, I’ll go to the ends of the earth for this child. I did the trial, isn’t that proof enough?” He shared the data with us over breakfast before the public unveiling. There was nothing shocking. He was able to share, however, that there is absolute proof that the treatment T and the other five children received shows great promise. Unfortunately, they were able to get that proof because of the death of one of the children. Signing on to the trial was one of the most frightening times of my life. I have no regrets. I don’t think it is the answer at this time, but I believe it has helped in some ways and given us important time. This research must continue. There are so many people to thank for the opportunity we had to take part in the trial – the sponsor, the team at the hospital in Portland, our friends and family who kept their hearts wrapped around us, and of course, the families of the five children who bravely went before Taylor. I have always felt that my family expanded to include the other trial families the day T had her surgery. It is a bond that will always exist.
I hear that Hamburg is a beautiful city. I didn’t come as a tourist – this was a mission. I’ve seen nothing more than the subway station (my luggage took an extended visit in London as I headed on to Hamburg, so I decided to save taxi fare and took public transportation), the University and my hotel. This was a free afternoon, so I grabbed my book and headed down for tea. I stayed in my corner of the cafe for three hours – the most relaxed I’ve been in months. You might be wondering why I didn’t walk around the block. It is COLD, and I brought spring clothes. People are wearing wool coats and sweaters!
Taylor had a big week while I’ve been here. She finished up the fifth grade. Laura sent the cutest picture of T and her friends at the moving up ceremony. Thank goodness for the Internet! Also, Jim and T went back to Duke and left with a prescription for a new drug therapy that we want to try. The hope is that it will help provide stability while we wait for that miracle. We’ll keep doing all that we can to keep our girl as healthy as possible while the researchers do their work.
The dad and granddad of a newly diagnosed five-year-old boy, Noah, attended the conference. The sadness, fear, frustration and yes, anger, is so apparent. My heart just ached for them. Those feelings don’t go away with time; you just learn to control them a bit. Please support Taylor’s Tale and our research fund. There is good science in the works, but it will need support to get to the clinic…I know that it can get there! Noah, Taylor and so many others are counting on us.
I look forward to getting back to Charlotte tomorrow night. As always, thanks for helping me believe. Miracles happen every day.
Love, Sharon