First and Ten

So many years ago, I started a “game.” Everything was explained in relative football phrases. Whether you are a Bear’s fan or Packer’s fan, it made no difference. I was a Brett Favre fan. More importantly, I was a Deanna Favre fan. She had just experienced nearly the same journey as I was about to embark. She wrote a book and used catchy football terms to update her progress. It was very effective. I adopted this approach, as well. Back then, I thought it was THE game of my life. I only wish that were the case.

My son played freshman high school football this year. He loved being on that team and watching a game any chance he could get (yeah- baseball, too).Ten years ago, he was a sweet, innocent little Kindergartner. This would not have made much sense to him then. All the references, but they mean so much more now. More than football or a five-year old’s perspective of mommy being sick. They are my FIRST and TEN.

Let’s begin with TEN: the number of years since I was diagnosed with Stage2 Breast cancer on February 14th, 2008. I was in complete shock when everything happened incredibly fast- initial doctor appointments, scans, MRI, biopsy, medi-port procedure and the beginning of chemotherapy. All of this took place within 26 days. Life was a string of blurry images, yet magnified with the most incredible zoom lens simultaneously. I remember parts of those first days so clearly, as if they happened a few hours ago. I recall exact wording from a surgeon, the pit in my stomach and the belief that I didn’t need anyone to go to the initial ultra sound and biopsy with me. I was defiant and indignant, but completely terrified. I was 35 years old with a three and five-year-old at home. Dave and I weren’t entirely sure we were finished having children. But, February 14th solidified that decision for us. Valentine’s Day lost its meaning for us and morphed into something entirely different. It sits in the pit of my stomach and reminds me of the horrible feelings I had when I heard those words, “This is going to come back as cancer.”

When I revisit the blog I kept to keep family and friends informed, it helps me remember those parts that are a blur. If you feel like it or have some extra time on your hands, it’s entertaining and captivating (at least to me) to read. If you do investigate, you may realize it became less and less about me while focusing more and more on our dear, sweet Bridget. Everything literally did happen at once. I look at those posts and truly can’t believe the hailstorm we went through. More accurately: hurricane.

It houses headings like “Game On, Touchdowns, Penalties, Quarter Standings and Injury Reports” to the more significant titles of “The Rookie” and “The Real Game.” Because as I was battling cancer, our daughter began her battle against Batten disease. With symptoms and worsening conditions for 15 months, we had no answers- until one day. On April 20th, 2009 we finally gave her debilitating, degenerative condition a name and expiration date. She was only expected to live 12 years long. And that’s exactly what happened. This brings us to our FIRST.

February 15th, 2017 was when our 12-year-old girl, who had been strong enough to get through 5 cases of pneumonia, failed to get through her last. Her tired, weakened body could no longer put up the fight against Batten disease. Bridget sailed away from this Earth into Jesus’ loving arms on this day. When the sunlight touched her hospital bed that morning, it was the first of many signs that she was ready to go Home. Nothing will compare to the brilliant sunset that same evening when the gates to God’s Kingdom opened for such a sweet, innocent soul. Bridget painted the colors of the sky that night like we had never seen before.

During the past year, she gave us more pink skies along the way. From the west coast, to the east, we were sent several glorious pictures of pink skies. There are a couple that really stand out: sun setting on our final night in Maine with our dear friends as we lit and sent out to sea a wish lantern- just for Bridget. In the midst of the pink sunset and path was the Hope 4 Bridget symbol. How incredible were those signs she sent us straight from heaven? There were also images from a trip to Canada that my dad and brother-in-law sent. The expanse of the sky,,, bewildering! On another evening, I remember coming back to the burbs after going to the last home Cubs game. I got out of the car and BAM! There she was- in all her pink glory strewn across the sky. Hello sweet angel. We see you.

I look for these signs and sometimes I don’t. They are just here. Why aren’t there more? I wish I could conjure up the feeling of kissing her sweet, soft cheek or warming her cold slender hands in mine. I miss brushing her beautiful thick hair and smelling lavender lotion on her neck. Her gorgeous painted nails and sweet, occasional smile are lost. I miss the people she brought into our lives and all the equipment we had in place to care for her. I miss having a daughter more than I could ever say or write- so much that it physically hurts to breathe. I know this is grief. So often compared to the ocean; I’ve been wading in it for a year. Sometimes the waves crash over you with no end in sight as you gasp for breath. Other times you tread water for hours while your limbs go numb. For ONE entire year. It feels like a lifetime or ten years or just one day. Time is ridiculously evil and conniving. I wonder where all this time went and how it got by me?

Realizing the wonderful place where she resides, I know she is whole, complete and healthy. I know she is smiling and seeing and running. These are comforting thoughts and they do fill me with such happiness. Most of everyday, I do choose joy and try to live with grace. But, I am just a human, a mom, who misses my child. And that is ok.

The FIRST anniversary is treacherous, living through all the details of the final days and hours. It’s unimaginable- knowing she has been gone from us way too long. But amazing in the fact that we see our son growing into a young man this past year. He is just about finished with his first year of high school. He fills our hearts with pride and we love him so very much. I look at him in amazement- not just because his demeanor is a mystery and bedroom floor a nightmare, but because he is becoming a charismatic, caring young adult right before our eyes. The TEN years ago I think about escapes me. How was that so long ago? And how has so much happened in the past decade?

I have endured and quite literally survived the FIRST and TEN. There were many tears, scars, and hospital visits. There were time outs, delays of game, and lost yardage. But, there is still life and the living. There have been touchdowns with some field goals, despite the losses and record. There are memories and so many special people. But above all, there is love and lots and lots of hope.

Bridget’s Story

There once was a girl born into this world, who surprised everyone greatly. She decided to come early because she could no longer wait. When she was presented to her parents, they laughed and cried over this baby girl, for it gave them great joy to have something so precious. She was a bundle of pink with sweetheart lips and golden hair. They named her Bridget Rose and her story began.

Bridget fussed and cried and mystified her older brother, Harrison, like any other new baby. Eventually, she began to scoot around interested in all the things around her. Harrison’s toys were of great delight; dinosaurs, trains, books and more. Her favorites though, were anything that produced music. This delighted Bridget- every time she heard a tune, her face lit up and she shimmied. When she finally learned to walk, she would dance or run. Because now, she discovered her special talents, especially speed.

Anywhere Bridget went with her family, she did not sit still. She ran with gusto, or climbed or slid. Her energy was boundless and exhausting to her mom and dad. Yet, she was happy! She learned about the beautiful colors of orange and pink as a Dunkin Donuts box entered the house, she raced down the hall, clambered into her chair, clapped her hands, singing, “Do-dos! Do-dos!” When she showed you affection, she wrapped her arms around your neck so tightly, the air would leave your lungs, then she’d take your cheeks in her two pudgy hands, giving you a wet, sloppy kiss. When Dora or Elmo came on the TV, Bridget danced like a little pony in her signature trot. She helped herself to countless apples in the refrigerator, eating them to the core and throwing the remains in the toy box, only to discover them at a later date.

Bridget loved life and she lived it fully. It was only when the horrible reality of Batten disease came to her and took over, she could no longer do all of those physical things. Instead, she began to use her gifts in an entirely different way. Her beautiful blue eyes would express her feelings while reaching out to those around her. The tilt of her head, the occasional, remarkable smile enlightened anyone who had a glimpse. She spread her message of HOPE and courage. She reached out to others, touching their hearts and souls without ever saying a word. They too, would feel her sincerity. And as they did, her magic spread to hundreds, even thousands. Those that provided care or therapy for her, especially, please stand up so we can honor you. You are Bridget’s team, her army of caregivers, nurses, therapists, babysitters, teachers……. You gave her your energy, time and love that made this part of her life truly incredible. Thank you, thank you, thank you.

And now, Bridget’s story gave us her final surprise- the transformation into eternal life. The end of her physical being, but just the beginning with Christ, Our Lord. Her charismatic, endearing spirit sprouted wings to take her on her lifelong journey- to fly with angels in a sky painted pink, purple and orange. To be free of suffering and bask in the glory of wholeness and health. We will grieve and miss our Bridget Rose, but her story is endless.
It is FOREVER AFTER and she is home.

A Year in Review


It was a year that seemed to go on forever. So many surreal, unbelievable moments… the world facing terrorist assaults, race issues, political issues, and just people issues. Negativity wherever you looked. Conflict, inequality, anger… It was rather difficult to put on the news each day- NO matter which side or viewpoint you had. It really made me sick, but to tell you the truth- it really doesn’t matter. It’s what happens to you in your own small, little world and day to day life that fuels or frightens you.

Our world is small. Our Batten life is moment to moment. Bridget, making it through 3 rounds of pneumonia (January, October & December), where time stands still, was remarkable. Bridget turning 12 years old, despite what the finality of that number means, is incredible. The loss of 3 special souls- 2 Dads of close friends and the sweet son of Jen & Tracy, was devastating. The numbers and moments make time cease to exist. It seems to pause and not care to go on. Maybe it’s good that way, more opportunity to live in the moment. To enjoy and relish the good there is around us. Sometimes it’s not desirable and we want time to go quickly, to get out of a hardship. We welcome each of the days because it’s going to get better, we hope.

Either way- we don’t really have a choice to slow time or accelerate it. It just is.

So, we choose to make the MOST of our time in our little world. We went on a family vacation to Kiawah Island, SC. Bridget went on a boat ride to find dolphins, a horse and buggy ride to experience Charlotte and a stroller ride to feel the ocean air in her face. She was a trooper on our road trip and finished 4th grade on a high. Summer was amazing with baseball games, 4th of July parties and the summer party to end all parties, A Mid-Summer Night’s Dream hosted by our lovely friends, the Tepas’. Such an outpouring of love and support for our family, especially our girl. Flowers, fairies, butterflies and a candle lit HOPE. It was all around.

The final year of grade school began in August and Bridget was ready. She has an amazing team at Countryside School. We’re fortunate for each and every person caring for our daughter. There are many. Despite a week away in the hospital, she remained in touch with friends and staff with her iPad that had photos and video collections. The hearts of these students are larger than life and we witnessed it again during her birthday celebration. Bridget is extremely blessed with their caring attitudes and love.

Having our annual fundraiser, A Fifth Season~ A Night in Napa was another magical moment for Bridget and our family. We raised even more money than the previous years to help provide necessary funds to those who are working in our tiny little world of CLN2. We sang, cheered (the Cubs) and witnessed an artist do amazing things. Yet, our hearts were heavy with the absence of our sweet boys, Ethan and Noah. They were Bridget’s true companions in life- the same age and the same childhood. Thinking of them makes it difficult to breathe. I hold the sorrow in my heart that I know their parents feel. How do they and so many others who have lost children wake up to each new day and face the loss again? How can they relive that moment day after day?

When Christmas came, it was with mixed emotions we set the plans in motion. Bridget was very sick and needed to stay home. Our family understood, coming to see us when they could. Every time we had company, it was a joyful experience. Excellent food, delicious wine and loving family & friends was how we made it through each moment confined at home. I relished it because it was a break from work and from real life. We had the chance to spend so MANY wonderful  moments with our girl. I treasure the time I have with my daughter, wishing I could pause it a little longer. But, alas, the days must keep coming. I will embrace the little world I live in because it has her.



More updates on the medical front

In my previous journal post ‘A Little Music’ I failed to include two important medical updates. One, we have joined forces (since Jan, 2012) with Noah’s Hope and Partnership for Cures in an effort to streamline our foundations’ grants to go toward research specific to Late Infantile Batten disease. When we attended the Batten

Disease Support and Research Association ( conference this summer in Charlotte, we celebrated the fact that some of the research we supported (esp Noah’s Hope) was used in a study by Biomarin, a research phrameceutical company that develops and commercializes innovative biopharmaceuticals for serious diseases and medical conditions. They developed a synthetic enzyme for treatment of LI Batten with regards to slowing or halting the progression of the disease. Their clinical trial is going to begin recruiting soon for the actual trial in 2013. This is so promising for future Batten families!!!! And two, there has been a press release about a study right here in Chicago at Rush University. They have discovered a way to actually produce the missing enzyme our kids lack with the use of Vitamin A and other lipid lowering FDA approved medications. This is absolutely incredible! Now the research needs to move toward clinic and ultimately trial for children suffereing from LI Batten. Please visit this link to read more about the breakthrough research in our field.

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Lessons Learned

My big brother is always by my side ~ Bridget


I have been teaching for a really long time. I have given countless kids the tools to help them read and learn. I have spent many hours on the phone or in meetings talking to parents about their children. I have attended hours of conferences, classes and in-services. I have listened to guest speakers talk about the teaching craft and have read several books and articles to improve mine. I have sat on many school committees and volunteered to help at school functions. I have always loved what I do and have worked toward learning as much as I can to be the best teacher that I can. However, nothing, NOTHING will teach you more than life itself.

This is not an affirmation or an opportunity for boasting. Rather, a revelation that I continue to learn, much like my astounding son who is finishing fourth grade. Harrison made this year an incredible learning opportunity for himself. He has grown in so many ways. What he has learned puts me to shame. I would like to share his learning and what we (especially I) can learn from him- all because he has a sister named Bridget.

Earlier in the school year, Harrison’s teacher recommended a book that she thought he would enjoy because he could relate to the main character. As part of his homework, he has to write reflections about what he’s reading. Here are 2 entries he wrote after reading Drums, Girls and Dangerous Pie by Jordan Sonnenblick.

I picked question 9 which asked how the book reminded you of yourself. I pick this because I can relate to Steven because Steven has a little brother who has leukemia and I have a younger sister who has a disease called Batten disease. Leukemia is a type of cancer. My mom had breast cancer, too. Steven is an average kid like me and has lots of interests. But, I don’t play drums like he does. I play baseball and football.

Living with special needs is pretty tough, but once you get the kinks out, it is easy. I think Steven is still figuring out the kinks, so it is still pretty tough for him. Steven tries to ignore that his brother has leukemia by playing drums. I forget that my sister has Batten by playing baseball or football. I think I can really feel what Steven is feeling and I know how painful at first and how depressed you are at first. But you have to struggle through it. It really is depressing to have a sibling in the hospital.

And as a follow up, here is advice for Steven…

Dear Steven, My name is Harrison. I too have a sibling with a severe illness. My sister has Batten disease. But even though it is hard, you have to stay calm because if you don’t stay calm your family doesn’t stay calm and your life gets a lot worse. This is a key thing, too, is to spend as much time as you can with your sibling. You can play games, hold their hand, hug them, talk to them, read them a story, watch tv with them, listen to music with them- stuff like that makes their day. Oh yeah, and make sure to still have fun doing hobbies for you. Don’t think about it that much because if you do, you won’t be a pro drummer. So just remember, have FUN!

These reading responses were just the beginning. Harrison has been more in tune with what is really happening in our home and more pointedly, in his sister’s life. In a writing lesson about a piece of non-fiction information that each student knows well, Harrison chose to write about Batten disease. His project evolved into Disabled in Your Childhood. As the project took form and came to life, he ended with a 5 page typed report about kids with disabilities. We had many heartfelt conversations about what hope is and what it means to have faith. Here are some excerpts from his paper.

15% of the world has a disability. But do you think kids with the disability just sit there like statues? NO, they don’t because it’s not a setback. Rather, I think it’s a power to embrace more people than you ever could without a disability- to have HOPE! I don’t think kids should have a disability in their childhood, but if they do there is still hope.
Hope can bring smiles, tears, joy, happiness and laughter. Hope can bring all these things and more. For those who suffer an illness, you can show us hope by showing that you are hanging on. For example, one day my sister who has an illness, Batten disease, showed a sign that she was being strong when she moaned and is sounded like “ma.” My mom heard it and she was so elated she was smiling ear to ear. That gave us a little hope that she was being tough and fighting her battle. Remember, hope is faith and faith is believing that something is going to get better.

All this makes me think about a poster at my house that says. “No disease is too rare to have a cure, “ by the Every Life Foundation. I agree with this because if the disease is cured, kids with a disability can have fun and go where they want to go. But sometimes, I think it shouldn’t be cured because then no one would have hope and faith. This makes me realize that if no one had a disability, no one would work towards finding a cure. If no one works toward finding a cure, we would not be able to have HOPE!!!

You can read the words of this 10 year old and see the flaws. But more importantly, you can see the emotion he puts into his thoughts and writing. Harrison has a beautiful way of looking at the situation and addressing it honestly. He is mature beyond his years when it comes to dealing with life and its lessons. As parents, we recognized this a few years ago when the whole world seemed to be crashing down around us. I was dealing with cancer and we all were dealing with Bridget, her seizures, clumsiness, complete regression and diagnosis. Harrison was a 14 year old in a 7 year old’s body. And, he continues to think and experience life beyond his years.

Not only has our son learned many important lessons this year, he has taught us the most important ones of all. Have hope, be faithful and love your family unconditionally. I marvel at his wisdom. I will continue to look toward him for my learning because he truly teaches me more than any book, speaker or class could. How grateful I am to have him in my life and help me learn life’s most valuable lessons.

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A Birthday, Broken Bone, Benefit and other Ballads…

Not surprisingly, I have neglected formal updates on Bridget. Sometimes I may do a shout out on face book or even a personal email to family and a couple friends. But, it certainly is long overdue to hear about Bridget. B…’s one of our favorite letters in the alphabet. Bridget, Bridgey, Little Miss B, Sweet B…take your pick. It’s all about the girl behind the letter.


Bridget celebrated her 9th birthday in style this past November. Although there was no formal invite or party planned, it was of little consequence. Bridget was pleasantly surprised by her second grade friends and Mrs. Floyd, her classroom teacher. They threw her a party like none other. It was complete with party hats (hers was a crown, of course), singing, storytelling, poster sharing, gift giving, hugging and inevitably a bit of crying (you know me). I was so pleased I took this special day off of work to share the happiness that these children provided. It makes me so proud of and grateful for the children Bridget have in her life. What an amazing experience as a mother, especially to one who has such a special little girl.
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And thank goodness I took this 11th day off in November. We proceeded that afternoon to Bridgey’s orthopedic appointment to check on her back, hip and oddly swollen knee. After our 2 hours of x-rays and waiting, it appears that Bridget broke her tibia- just below the knee. WHO KNEW?!! She was experiencing pain, but we thought it was because of her hip condition- it is sub-lexed, or about halfway dislocated. She also has increased scoliosis- all of these issues are due to her neurological disorder. It’s just astounding what Batten disease can do without even trying. Other parents call it the Batten monster, and I would whole heartedly agree. Some say, “the B Monster has reared its ugly head again.” Fortunately, Little B’s leg healed quickly with just a mesh/Velcro brace at night and her hip is not causing her any discomfort. We did, however, need to get her fitted for a TLSO (chest) brace to wear when she is sitting upright. I realize it helps, but it’s obtrusive and emotionally daunting. Be gone ugly monster.

That same week rounded out with the culmination of A Fifth Season, a Benefit for Batten disease. It is the annual event for our group of families who have children affected with Late Infantile in the Chicago land area. Previously, it has taken place in the spring, but we moved the event to November. Although I was skeptical, it proved to be a very worthwhile decision. We had our best AFS yet- raising almost $80,000 for Batten disease. AMAZING!!! We will continue to fund Dr. Pahan at Rush University and contribute to the Dem Child project- a worldwide registry of children affected by Batten disease. Attendance was astounding, auction items dazzling and heartfelt generosity was off the charts- in the atmosphere, if you will. The theme was focused around “Wish Upon a Star” and concluded with live bidding of a star registry in each of our affected children’s name. Just think- when you look up on a clear night, you could be looking right at our Sweet B’s star shining right back at you.

Ballad- a song or poem, especially a traditional one, telling a story in a number of short regular stanzas. So here’s the tune: This is the last piece to my update, which includes bits of news about Bridget to date (almost Feb., 2014). We had an uneventful holiday season, dodged the snowflakes and huddled inside during this polar vortex. On some days, Bridget doesn’t even go to school because it’s just too darn cold! We hired a new addition to our team- Jessica, who is now B’s nanny/caregiver. She came at just the right time and we are blessed she said yes! Remy, our 2 year old, survived a harrowing accident/sickness as he swallowed something he shouldn’t have. He recovered from a near fateful surgery and is working on regaining his weight. He and Chewy, our beagle, continue to snuggle with Bridget and entertain us all. And finally, my dear friend Kerry Hughes embarked on her own journey with She is continuing her mission of using music as a vehicle to bring awareness and raise funds for rare disease. In her words- “Where there is MUSIC, there is unity. Where there is unity, there is HOPE!”

And that, my friends, is the end of this ballad. Stay tuned for more tunes….and always keep hope in your hearts- for Bridget and all the other children facing rare disease. Whether their name begins or ends with B, pray for them and love them. Simply put, ‘B’elieve.

“Music expresses that which cannot be put into words and that which cannot remain silent.”
Victor Hugo

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