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Sunday, January 2, 2011

Tommy's Life: Its The Legacy That Matters

All of us are going to die, and it doesn't matter how long you live, but the legacy that you leave behind that does. Quality vs quantity is what is how you judge it, and my son Tommy changed a lot of people's views in his five years on Earth. Tommy was born on July 21, 2004, and I'll never forget seeing him for the first time. His blond locks of hair, blue eyes that just seemed to sparkle, and his closed fist when he entered this world. He even gave a "thumbs up" on the warming table, and to see this eight pound and five ounce baby, and holding him in my arms, was an emotional experience. I'm not ashamed to say that I cried tears of joy, and the feeling of being a father was a remarkable, special moment that changed everything.

Tommy went home a few days after being born, and it was just such an exciting period of time for my wife and I, along with his grandparents, and the rest of our family. He was just such an adorable boy, with unlimited energy, and a look that could make anyone's heart just melt. Yet Tommy started to have some feeding issues, and he would scream constantly, and didn't sleep but five minutes at a time. Our pediatrician, who was a wonderful man with compassion running through his veins, assured us that all was okay. He simply had gastric reflux, which is quite common, and he prescribed him various medications. They would seem to work for awhile, and then he'd be back to screaming. Its a powerless feeling, to have this innocent child in your house, with such a voice that it could almost shake the foundation. After a few months, he lost a lot of weight, and was labeled a "failure to thrive baby."

This was so painful. How could this beautiful child be labeled "failure to thrive? " What did that mean? There were more questions than answers, and Tommy had to be hospitalized. He was given a feeding tube that ran through his nose, and he was pumped full of what I'd consider "baby steroids." It was pure protein, and he eventually put on weight, and my wife and I started to think things looked good over the horizon. However during that hospitalization, Tommy went through a battery of tests. Our pediatrician assured us that "he just wanted to check everything out, " and when he was discharged, we felt confident that this dark chapter was behind us.

November. The beginning of this being a painful month, and one could say that  Guns N Roses "November Rain" became a theme song of sorts. We were called at home, and told that we would have to meet our physician the next day. I didn't think much of it for some reason, perhaps it was denial, while my wife fretted about the news that was to be delivered. We went to the doctor, who was my pediatrician growing up, and he sat down besides us. He told us "Tommy had Angelman Syndrome, that he was intellectually disabled, and that he'd probably never speak and might not walk." Thud. Thud. Thud! THUD! What devastation and ripping apart of the seams at the fabric of life. I remember vaguely running out of the room in sheer shock, and thankfully our doctor grabbed me, as I screamed in the parking lot "There's no God!" Crying uncontrollably, and looking at my wife, I didn't know what to say or do.

It was a numbing experience. Our doctor knew a bit about Angelman Syndrome, as he had another patient with this condition, which affects roughly one in 15,000 births. He told us "Tommy will love you in a different way." It didn't make sense at the time at all. How was a baby with an IQ of nothing supposed to love us, and how could we love a child so disadvantaged? We were just in a state of shock, and I don't remember driving to the geneticist that he sent us to. She answered our questions, and we had a better grasp of what we were dealing with. I couldn't stop weeping, and all of the dreams of playing baseball and going with my son on fishing trips were thrown right out of the window. There would be no camping, no love of history to share with him, and how could I relate to him on any level?

Yet, while I made many mistakes and am not a perfect parent, I did learn to love Tommy again. My wife said it eloquently, about the situation we were in. "We just buried the child we thought we had, and now we are going to love this child." So true, as it felt like the child we thought we knew had died. Yet he was alive more than ever, and he soon showed us that he could love us, and we certainly loved him very much. His laughter and smiles were contagious, as Tommy had a hug that was like a vise grip. He would find joy in the most simple of things, which caused us to finally be able to do so as well. I'll never forget Christmas's with him, where he was interested in the wrapping paper, and he certainly destroyed a lot of my catalogs and magazines.  The guys at the recycling center probably thought, "what devoured this Cabelas Hunting Guide?"

Tommy made incredible progress. He eventually was able to understand "cause and effect toys," and became quite an eater. A lot of credit goes to my mother-in-law Lia, who is a saint. She never gave up, and was a benchmark of strength during difficult times, along with my parents, relatives, and friends. Tommy never quit either. He loved water, and his favorite toy was a simple bobblehead tiger. I still have it, and although its sometimes painful to look at or hold, it does usually bring a smile along with tears. And that's okay, because I'm glad that he found toys to be so amusing. His ball pit was a place he always wanted to be. It was ridiculous looking, a purple hippo, with a tunnel and those balls in it like you'd see at a Chuckie Cheese. Tommy would spend hours upon hours in there, and would laugh and bounce all over the place.

Eventually he entered preschool at Little Run Elementary, which is the place you want to go, if you have a child with special needs. The same goes for Waples Mill, when your child hits kindergarten age. He loved school. While I enjoyed skipping school years ago, Tommy would be so excited in his wheelchair when the bus arrived. I'm especially thankful to all of his drivers, who loved him so much, and their assistants who kept an eye on him to make sure he was okay. He loved that bus, and during the City of Fairfax's Fourth of July parade, he would smile and bounce when the firetrucks and police cars would crank up their sirens. The louder and brighter it was, the more Tommy found joy.

The seizures started innocuously enough. We were warned that he'd more likely than not have seizures, and that they would begin when he was around two. His first one was when his physical therapist was in our house working with him, and we took him to the local emergency room, as was planned in advance. There he went into having massive grand mal seizures, and had to be transported to Fairfax, where he spent time in the Pediatrics ICU unit. Eventually the right medication was found, and there were plenty of sleepless nights with him, watching him smile when we brought his "Baby Tad" singing frog toy with us. Eventually he had to be rushed from our house by ambulance, and he was unconscious. I was scared as I handed him to a paramedic, who told me that he was breathing. Yet the ambulance took awhile to take off, and when it did, I followed while my wife was in the back with him. I cried tears, fearful and concerned, all the way as I stayed on that ambulance's tail, even running red lights behind it. A crash team arrived in the ICU ER, and put an oxygen mask over him. I thought this was it, and they took him away, leaving us to pray in a waiting room for any news. Finally a doctor came out of the doors, and said that the seizures had stopped, and that his neurologist would be there to find a medication combination that would keep these from happening.

Tommy made great progress when put on Keppra. He rarely had a seizure, and they were mild. There was no need for emergency doses of valium, and he grew in height and size at a massive scale. His nickname was "Porky", since he looked like he could play the linebacker position for any football team. Yet he didn't have a mean bone in his body, rarely cried, and just had a cherubic angelic appearance at all times. Sure there were times I had to pick him up from school, due to minor seizures. I am forever thankful to my boss for letting me leave work when needed, and my boys have always been supportive. One particular occason makes me laugh right now. I got a call that I needed to get Tommy right away, because he was sick, and they were concerned that he was going to start seizing. The crummy car I had was pushed to its limits, and when I walked in, he looked just fine. As I put him in his car seat, he started laughing and smiling. Perhaps he did want to skip school that day :).

My father in August of 2009 surprised us. He told my wife and I to meet him at the neighborhood pool, where he had Porky with him. We had no idea of what we were going to see, which was Tommy walking completely fine across the entire pool. It was a moment of pure happiness, and he was smiling while going from end to end. The community knew Tommy, and was so happy to see this event, which we have on videotape. In late August his younger brother Alex was born, and we were so thrilled to have a little brother for Tommy. We had been reading that those with special needs, greatly benefit from having a sibling, and although I didn't want my Alex to ever feel pressure, I was always concerned what would happen to Tommy after we were gone.

On November 4th of 2009, a parent's worst nightmare occured in our house. Tommy was taking his usual afternoon nap, and I took my dog out front to "do her business." My brother came out screaming "Get in here, I think Tommy's dead." All I remember is running in at full speed, grabbing him from his bed, and knowing he was gone. I called 911, told them my five year old was unresponsive, and for the first time in my life, didn't know what to do. It was just too much for my mind to comprehend, as I held my son, and after prompting from the dispatcher started CPR. The paramedics, police, and firefighters arrived in just about two minutes. A lot of that night is a blur. The trauma just blanked out a lot of what happened. The medics worked on my son, and did everything possible to revive him. One of them told me to sit in the front of the ambulance, while they brought him outside, continuing to do CPR. The ambulance just sat there. I remember crying out "Come on Tommy, Come on Tommy, beat this, beat this, beat this. You've got to live!" The ambulance continued to sit there, which I knew was a very ominous sign, as I've been in emergency situations before.

Finally the ambulance driver popped in, hit the lights and sirens, and we were off to Fairfax Hospital. I remember getting mad at people who got in our way, and they brought Tommy into the pediatric ER. A paramedic came to me and said "I want you to," and I just cut him off rudely saying "I know the deal. My son is dead and there's no God at all." There was my son, surrounded by doctors and nurses, and they told me to hold his hand as they stopped the CPR. I cried uncontrollably, screamed at God with venom that I never had before, and my wife and the rest of my family arrived. Thankfully a social worker kept me from destroying the entire room, and we just sat and cried, and held Tommy's lifeless hands. It was so cruel to just see him lying there, with a vacant look on his face, and a smile on his face. His hands were open. Mitch Albom's "A Little Faith" talks about this. When we are born, our hands are balled into a fist, so as to say "I'm ready to face this world." When we leave, our hands our open, as we've learned all of life's lessons.

I don't remember much of the drive home. I do know that my father drove us home. Instead of having my son next to me, all I had was this stupid red book about grief. It wasn't fair. How was a parent supposed to outlive his child, how could God be so cruel? I remember crying out on the front of my house that night, with the outside light flickering on and off once. It seemed strange, and there wasn't a lot sleep or eating for days. The hardest part was seeing the clothes prepared for my son, I wanted them out of my house immediately. I also threw out the sweatshirt I was wearing that night, as I never wanted to see it again. It was red, Tommy's favorite color, and I was just so "out of my mind," because of my son's blood being on it. Seeing my boy in a casket was so painful. There's just no words to describe how hard it is, and when it was closed, it was as if I was being buried. Yet one of my aunt's said something profound after we tossed the dirt upon his coffin, that's buried six feet deep. We released a couple of helium balloons, in honor of him, and they were having technical difficulties. Yet they somehow managed to catch a wind pocket, and flew high into the sky. My aunt said, "Just like Tommy, against all odds."

I'm proud of Tommy. He learned to walk unassisted across our living room the week prior to his passing, which was caused by a Angelman Syndrome related seizure. This caused cardiac arrest, and I'm glad that he was unconcious for this series of events. That at least offers some comfort, and I'm not ashamed to say that I cry often thinking about him. I want to become a better man because of him, and now know and fully understand God's plan's don't always coincide with what we want. There's been a lot of tears, some prayers full of emotion, but also some smiles and laughter. The past year has been full of some amazing spiritual encounters, that have reinforced my belief in resilience. Its not been an easy journey, and I've been saddened again by recent news of other children losing their lives to seizures.

All I used to care about was getting ahead at work, and being successful in life. That doesn't matter. What does is trying to make a difference, and instead of being hurt by negative energy, harnessing the positive approach of fighting these seizures head on. I used to be afraid of death. That is no longer the case. While I hope to live until 100 so I can fulfill a rather interesting adventure, its not up to me. Yet in the years of life that I have left, much like the jar of sand that is limited, I plan on finding a cure for seizures. Its not going to be easy, and there will be tears and sorrow along the way. Yet there will also be hope, and that's why I need the help of many. I'm just a simple man, but my prayer is that many will embark on this journey, to work with Vanderbilt to find a cure, for those with Angelman or any other seizure disorders. Enough is enough, and I'm convinced if we work hard enough, we can find a cure for these in our lifetime. RIP Tommy, and all those who've had their lives cut short by seizures. A cure is just around the corner if we work dilligently enough to get the job done.


  1. Thanks for the tears Mike - I needed a good cry and man did you give me one.
    I'm so scared of seizures for my angel and want to fight them head on with you.

  2. Thank you for sharing that Mike, it must have been so hard to put it all in print. Though nothing will make it remotely OK, I hope it helps to know that we're all remembering him, and that his life made such a big difference. Love and hugs to you, your family, and especially Alex. I know a little part of Tommy lives in his heart.

  3. Mike, what an amazing father and person you are. Your words brought me to tears and I only pray that when confronted with adversity in life we can all think of Tommy and what a fighter he was. It's strange...I never met Tommy and I haven't seen you for years, but I feel close to this and you and your family remain in my prayers daily. I am a believer and I know that Tommy is somewhere in heaven smiling down (probably fishing somewhere). There is no time in I like to think that he will wait for what feels like a second for you and you will be sitting next to him helping him reel in his fish... I want to help in any way possible Mike. Big hugs!

  4. Had me in tears. I am glad to see that you are taking a negative horrible situation and using it for a positive wonderful influence in everyones lives. Keep on keepin' on!

  5. thankyou so much for shareing your story ..we have a granddaughter that has angelmans ..her name is daisy ..she is also five her seizers started when she was 18mths old ..we have had quite a few scary moments with her ..she had to have a gastro tube fitted into her stomach for her meds to go in as she kept spitting them out ..this was fitted when she was 4 she,s now had a button fitted ..she has 3 different fit meds keppra being one of them ...after hearing of all the angels who are in hospital at the moment due to seizers and the angels who have passed it brings it all home to us how presious our angels lives are ..and how important it is to find a cure for these seizers that blight our angels lives ....and it is down to you and your family shareing your angels story that gets the message out there thankyou once again ..and lots of angel hugs to all your family

  6. Boy that was hard to read. It has been our story until the part of cpr and our Becca's heart starting again that time anyway, and tears came just thinking of the times we wondered if it was the last. Becca is with us but those times have given our family a different look on life and we too forge on with you. Our hearts grieve and ache with you and admire your strength in sharing unbearable pain so openly. May you be blessed in peace and enveloped with supernatural love to tend your families hearts.

  7. Pam,

    Tears are certainly fine, as I'm not afraid to cry anyplace, anywhere. You are on this journey, we all are, to get rid of these seizures forever. God bless you and your angel, and let's make seizures a thing of the past. Suck Feizures indeed :)

  8. Stephanie,

    It certainly was difficult to write this, but nothing in life that is good, ever comes easily. I just pray that this article does bring Porky's life and legacy to the forefront, and that a cure will be found. Thank you for all of your support, and you are one incredible lady.

  9. Michelle,

    I certainly hope there's fishing in Heaven, and that Tommy is able to land a big bass. :). As for being an amazing man and father, no, I wish I could say that was true. I'm just a father and man who was put into a challenging situation, and there are only two options. That is give in, which is simply unacceptable, or fight, and that is more than willing to be done. Let's all get this done, as it is a job that needs to be finished no matter what. God works in mysterious ways, but they are for a reason :)

  10. Airforce,

    Those tears bring a reservoir of strength of to the surface! And its okay to cry, and also the power of laughter cannot be understated. Tommy's laughter is still going today, and while the journey is just beginnning, glad you are a part of it :). This is the start of something that is righteous.

  11. Tracey,

    I shall pray for Daisy, and I hope that others here will as well. So sorry to hear about her tube and medication issues, and that your family is having to go through this "adventure of sorts." Yet you have a whole bunch of people with you right now, and while I'm not smart enough to make it to medical school, I do know that in Daisy's lifetime progress shall be made on the seizure front, and feeding developments are looking encouraging as well. God bless you :)

  12. Michelle,

    I'm so sorry for your Becca, and that your family has had to endure those close calls. And I pray, that we will together as a united group, find the means to get Vanderbilt's project running at full throttle. They hold the key, and we can be the boots on the ground in getting them what they need necessary to fulfill their research.

    I'm proud that you are able to see these situtations for what they are. A reminder of the value of life, and that it is certainly not to be taken for granted. Each day is special, whether its good, bad, or indifferent. And this fight is not going to be easy, but no journey is. That's why it is all of us in this fishbowl together. Seizures don't discriminate, nor should we. Let's get it done. :) Prayers for your Becca everyone! :)

  13. Mike thanks for your courage and boldness to share this. You know that as you share - you give others permission to do the same - and I have know doubt whilst the details of our journey are hard to write and hard to read, the rawness of the journey, strikes a resounding chord. It is indeed the legacy and as we tell the story of Tommy and Elijah's life people are affected.

  14. Darren,

    Thank you for being a beacon of hope, in the most troubled of times. Your support, and also being a kindred spirt, has made realize the importance of writing this. It was painful, yet it had to be done. While our boys are with a loving God, it is up to us, until our last breaths on this planet, to keep the legacy going indeed. God bless you!

  15. Mike I am the aunt of an angel! I do not know you but I do know that God loves you so very much and He did not want this for Tommy!
    The enemy comes to steal, kill, and destroy. We are in a battle against the enemy and we will defeat him. I believe for no seizures for these precious angels! Just know that God LOVES you!!! God bless you!

  16. Thank you and for being an aunt to an angel. This battle to destroy seizures will take grit and pure determination, and let's get it done. God bless you as well, as God is the answer, along with our footwork in taking care of business :)

  17. Dear Mike,
    Thank you for sharing your family's story. Even though Tommy is not physically here, he still touches the hearts and intentions of others through your sharing. We truly are all connected, and together we CAN stop these seizures. Your work/words are not in vane. And I have a feeling Tommy is your biggest fan!! His spirit is with you daily loving you, helping you and waiting patiently to be in your arms once again!
    God Bless you and your family.
    Know you have one more person joining your crusade.
    Heartfelt Gratitude, Terese