Saying Goodbye to Normal

by Rachael Kittleson
Kelsey’s Mom
www.KelseysPromise.org

As normal goes, we were a normal family…two daughters, two dogs, a neighborhood full of kids, family dinners, carpools, homework, and messy rooms. Our oldest daughter Kelsey was a great kid. At 14, she was a high honors student, athlete, musician, and volunteer who loved Journey and Queen, The Big Bang Theory and 80’s movies. She made us proud in a million ways and was by all measures a normal teenager. On August 27, 2015, two weeks before her freshman year was to start, doctors would find a tumor the size of an orange in Kelsey’s brain. In an instant we were permanently and irrevocably removed from normal.

Surgery would confirm our worst fear, Kelsey had Glioblastoma Multiforme and she would not survive. For the first year Kelsey went through the standard of treatment protocol for GBM that included both radiation and chemotherapy while enduring the physical and emotional hardships they cause. When Kelsey started to decline in the second year, I met with her social worker to begin discussions on making decisions for Kelsey’s final months. There is nothing in life that can prepare you for that conversation and as unimaginable as it was to learn that Kelsey had brain cancer, having to think through what the end of her life would look like and what we would need to plan for was one of the most painful things I have ever experienced. That difficult meeting would, however, give our family a gift that I did not know was an option, but one that I am grateful for every single day.

It is a gift that gives me hope, makes me feel like I have honored Kelsey’s life while giving meaning to what she suffered and lost. It is a gift that makes me feel like we can be part of the solution.

I asked our social worker that day if we could donate Kelsey’s organs; I so desperately wanted Kelsey’s life to make a difference for someone else and, selfishly, I wanted to know that a piece of her was out there, somewhere. Unfortunately due to her treatments, we could not. I was disappointed, but not surprised . Our social worker then mentioned the possibility of donating Kelsey’s tissue for research. After Kelsey’s diagnosis, my husband, a father with an instinctual need to protect and save his daughter, scoured with abandon every possible clinical trial with even a modicum of success hoping to enroll Kelsey. During his unsuccessful journey to find that rare miracle, again and again we were disappointed by the lack of research for pediatric Glioblastoma, even though, as our oncologist explained, pediatric GBM is drastically different from adult GBM on a molecular level.

Every few weeks we would ask Kelsey’s treatment team for the latest list of trials. While there were routinely over 300 for adults, there was never more than a dozen or so for pediatric GBM. So, when offered the opportunity to donate Kelsey’s tissue postmortem, our intense frustration regarding the lack of research and clinical trials available for pediatric Glioblastoma coupled with our desire to create a legacy of giving in Kelsey’s name made the difficult decision an easy one for us.

 

After Kelsey passed, her brain and spinal tissues were collected and sent to Dana Farber. When I signed papers my one request was that we be given an update on any progress they may have made with her samples. Less than a year after her donation we were contacted by members of the Ligon Lab at Dana Farber. Kelsey’s tissue samples were critical, in fact, for two studies they were preparing to publish. I cried, I rejoiced, I mourned, but mostly I felt so much peace and gratitude. I think about that news every day; that out there somewhere she is making a material difference to advance research to improve treatments.

Of course I wish our life were different and that she was here getting ready to graduate, heading off to college to find her own way to make her mark in this world. But I find comfort in knowing that our donation is contributing to research that I am confident one day will find the cure. She will be part of the answer and someday a family with a young girl will learn their daughter has brain cancer, and they will be told, “we can cure that.” And they will go on to live their normal lives.