I no longer pray for a cure.

Terminal or life limiting conditions give you a perspective, one that’s different to most and one that you can’t really explain

When do you stop looking for a cure or a breakthrough in medical research?

I had spent years searching for the latest medical advances when finally, in 2011, we boarded a plane to Birmingham in order to take part in a new clinical trial for patients with Hunter Syndrome.

We spent five days in Birmingham.

Ethan went through assessment after assessment.

On paper, he was a suitable candidate.

We went back to our hotel room to discuss how we would afford the monthly trips to and from Birmingham, and how we could work our schedules so that J wouldn’t be too upset with us.

We even went as far as to decide which one of us took Ethan over for his first ever treatment.

The treatment scared us, but we danced around that and didn’t discuss it; instead we talked about hope – medical advances and all the other wonderful boys in America who were already on the trial.

The trial: the drug Ethan is already receiving would be put into his brain, as currently it does not pass the blood-brain barrier naturally.

They do this by first placing a port in Ethan.

That alone has huge risks, as Ethan has a very narrow airway, making intubating him a skill in itself.

Once the port is placed the drug is injected into it, a tube inside Ethan (and which is attached to the port) then bring the drug into the spinal fluid, the drug travels up the spine and into the brain and therefore, the hope is, the stability we currently see in Ethan from his typical ERT, we would see in his cognitive levels also.

Again this isn’t a cure but it is a way to keep Ethan from losing any further cognitive skills, plus his regular ERT – Ethan’s syndrome wouldn’t progress as fast.

We could have him in good health and cognitively well for a lot longer.

Imagine what it could do for a child who was only a few months old living with Hunters?

We sat with the doctor early the next morning.

We were getting ready to do Ethan’s final test and the one test which we were very frightened of: a lumbar puncture .

The doctor straightened his papers on his desk, asked a nurse to take Ethan for a walk and invited two other nurses to sit with us.

He coughed.

I held D’s hand as we watched him.

“Sit down please, guys.” He nodded at the chairs across from his desk.

I had flashbacks of Ethan diagnosis day; I knew this wasn’t going to be good.

“Do you want a cup of tea?” one of the nurses asked.

I shook my head as I stared at the doctor who was now scanning the top sheet of paper on his desk.

“Ethan has passed all our tests, as you both know”

He coughed again.

We nodded like bobble heads.

“I see here,” he glanced at the paper on his desk, “that Ethan had reactions to his ERT when he originally began treatment back in 2008.”

“Yeah.” I almost whispered.

“And Geraldine, I also see he has had a reaction as recently as 8 months ago.” He swallowed, hard.

I felt my heart drop.

I was nervous about the trial and the risks and the travel and…and all the other things that came with it…but I never thought about not being part of it.

It was a chance at life, a chance of Ethan living into adulthood with disabilities, sure, but it was going to give Ethan a fighting chance against Hunter Syndrome…a condition that medical advances might still find a cure for.

D’s voice boomed me back into the room.

“So, that’s it, is it?”

“Reactions are too risky. Eight months reaction-free is just not enough. We can’t put him through a lumbar puncture knowing he has had reactions; there would be no point.”

“Well, Doc, I can’t lie. We had it all planned, we were very hopeful, you guys let us be! We knew there were risks, Jesus, but ..but if…”  I stopped D mid-sentence.

“One question Doctor…if he were your son?” I squeezed D’s hand.

His voice bounced off every wall of the office, while one nurse rubbed my back the other tried to explain to D exactly what the doctor was trying to say.

“We can’t be part of it, can we?” I said as I felt my tears fall.

“Geraldine, D…if Ethan were my boy, I’d thank the doctor sitting in front of me, thank the staff at the hospital and I’d bring Ethan into the town center and enjoy your final day here in Birmingham.” He stood up, walked around to the front of his desk and placed his hands on his lap.

“If Ethan had a reaction, there is nothing any of us could do. It’s not like we can stop the infusion, like they have done with his regular ERT. This drug will go straight to his brain, a reaction will either take what he has left or kill him. So, my answer is: he is here, he is doing well; I’d bring him home.”  

He stood up, then knelt back down by my legs.

“I am so very very sorry.”

He was genuine; I could see that he was sorry.

I wiped my eyes while D thanked them all…we took Ethan and went straight to another Hunter family in Birmingham.

And that was when I stopped researching, stopped hoping for a cure (for Ethan, in his lifetime); I began to, ‘live’.

I don’t keep up to date on the trial, which is still ongoing, but I do know that it is successful and that there is huge hope for an actual cure.

I know money is a huge issue, as research and trials all cost money.

That upsets me; money shouldn’t be an issue when there are lives on the line.

Will Ethan be offered the drug if it becomes standard treatment for Hunter Syndrome?

That I don’t know, I don’t think about that… I can’t live with, “ifs..”, and, “buts…” – I need to be able to live.

But what I do know is that it will become standard treatment (eventually), meaning those younger boys or newborn boys will have a better chance at an average life than they do now.

Hope is alive and well… I do believe with every fibre of my being that they will find a cure; I just don’t believe our 13 year old boy will be here to benefit from it… that is not fair or even remotely OK… it will come too late for many but for many it will indeed save them from watching their child die and that – that – is the hope that brings me to where I am today.

Yes, I do have hope and faith in medical advances and the ongoing trials… I just don’t research them anymore – I am learning to live, laugh and love.