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4/28/2016

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"…the kids could walk if they put their mind to it."

                    
- Dr. Ronald Farkas, 
                       Clinical Team Leader
                       U.S. Food and Drug Administration


  
So expressed earlier this week in Washington, D.C., at an Food and Drug Administration (FDA) advisory panel meeting to discuss a potential life-saving drug known as eteplirsen. You may or may not have heard about the meeting, eteplirsen, or the ill-advised statement above, but the Duchenne community sure has been abuzz.

The D.C. gathering drew a standing room only crowd in support of a favorable recommendation despite a skeptical FDA advisory panel. Many boys and men living with Duchenne attended to express their needs, as did their families, friends, and relatives. The FDA advisory panel listened to more than 50 people share their unique perspective with Duchenne and how eteplirsen could impact their life. The advisory panel patiently listened as speaker after speaker approached the microphone and voiced their individual and collective views of the fatal disease, which currently has no cure. In the end, however, it seemed only an exercise in free speech as the FDA advisory panel DID NOT recommend eteplirsen for accelerated approval by a vote of 7-6 (including three abstentions). Despite the disappointment, the Duchenne community’s thirst for something…anything…to tame the beast known as Duchenne has never been stronger.
 
Sertepa Therapeutics, Inc., manufacturer of the exon-skipping drug, sought FDA approval for treatment of patients with Duchenne Muscular Dystrophy. Although treatment would apply to only about 13% of all Duchenne patients, it is a positive step. The issue, however, is not eteplirsen or any other drug (note: FDA denied another potential Duchenne drug, drisapersen, in January 2016). The issue is that we never stop our search for a cure to this unforgiving disease.
 
Don’t think those with Duchenne are unaware. They are aware, desperately. Every year, my son, Alex, meets with his neurologist, Dr. Brenda Wong, at Cincinnati Children’s Hospital Medical Center as part of his Duchenne clinic visits. Every year, Alex asks the same question.
 
“Have you found a cure yet?”
 
Every year, Alex hears a similar response.
 
“No, but….”
 
Don’t get me wrong, Dr. Wong does her patient and enthusiastic best to explain the latest in Duchenne research, and does so with hopeful seriousness. She compassionately tells Alex they are working hard to find a cure, and getting closer every day. Alex respectfully nods and smiles his appreciation, but you can clearly see his frustration and waning hope. Alex’s letdown is enough to break your heart every time.
 
So, when a drug such as eteplirsen shows promise, ANY promise, even if remote, hearts within the Duchenne community swell with tempered enthusiasm. We understand a cure will not be found overnight. We understand our sons, like Alex, may not be eligible for its use (eteplirsen applies only to boys missing exon 51; Alex is missing exons 49-54). We understand the drug may not work, as only marginal successes were observed in the few eteplirsen trials. We also understand the irreversibility of Duchenne, let alone the complexity of fixing a genetic-scale issue throughout the human body. We understand the long and difficult road ahead.
 
But we need something.
 
So, when a clinical team leader of the FDA says “…boys could walk if they put their mind to it,” while not recommending Sarepta’s request for approval to treat Duchenne,…well, it steals the air from your lungs and hope from your heart as Duchenne so often does to our boys.
 
Yet, it also makes you think…our sons’ futures are in the hands of those who don’t understand Duchenne?? I hope Dr. Farkas’ words above were misspoken. I hope he wishes his words back (note: Dr. Farkas’ email was shut down due an overload of messages from astonished and angry Duchenne families). Everyone says the wrong thing now and then…right? But, we’re talking about human lives, not a dismissive wave of the hand accompanying an insatiable need for more data and “substantial evidence of effectiveness.”
 
Despite the setback, the louder issue is renewed Duchenne awareness and our spirit to never give up. For everyone, not just those in the Duchenne community, the issue should be to chase every angle and turn over every stone in the search for a cure. The issue should be to do anything we can to cure this relentless, lethal, disease. Our boys are counting on us.
 
The issue should not be risk aversion until absolute certainty of benefit. ANYTHING other than Duchenne’s status quo provides benefit! Some said the FDA meeting felt like a trial where families needed to defend their child’s right for treatment. As many are concerned, at least Eteplirsen proves a glimmer of hope. Why not pursue it?
 
Nonetheless, Duchenne families are familiar with obstacles and roadblocks. They’re common themes in our lives. Just when you think things look promising, Duchenne smacks reality in your face. Just when you think you’ve made progress, Duchenne knocks you back down. Just when you think you can handle the beast, the leash snaps and you must work to corral it all over again and again and again. It’s discouraging, tiring and, at times, demoralizing.
 
But, Duchenne families are known to get back up and continue fighting for their son’s lives, even with odds stacked heavily against them. We encourage, lift, and support our sons every day. We keep on fighting this dreaded monster of a disease that steals time, ability, and dreams. We instill hope in our sons. We promote life and happiness whenever possible and make sure our boys know they are loved and not forgotten. We let them know they are no different from anyone else. We let them know we have their back.
 
In turn, our boys teach us about life. They remind us what is important, like a smile, a hand to hold, laughter, and love. They show us how to live despite any obstacle. They show us to forget about what we are missing and focus on what we have. They teach us that joy can be found in the simplest of things and during the simplest of times. They teach us patience. They teach us perseverance. Most of all, they teach us love.
 
So, when a potential life-saving drug like eteplersin is advanced and then later denied, despite enthusiastic support from those who would directly benefit, the Duchenne community collectively sighs and shakes its head in frustration. Then, we then pull up our bootstraps and continue marching, hoping, and loving. We also get louder.
 
It’s what we do.
 
The FDA may believe our sons simply need to just put their mind to it. But we know differently. Are sons are fighters…
 
Every day,
 
Every night,
 
Every breath, and
 
Every heartbeat.
 
It’s what THEY do.
 
Their only wish for ALL OF US…you, me, everyone…

...is to find a cure.
 
 
(Note: Encouraging and nuanced comments from Dr. Janet Woodcock, Director for Drug Evaluation and Research at the FDA, suggest the advisory panel’s recommendation to deny eteplirsen approval may be reconsidered when a final decision is released by May 26, 2016.)




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DREAMS I'LL NEVER SEE

4/8/2016

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Just one more morning I had to wake up with the blues.
Pulled myself out of bed yeah, put on my walking shoes.
Climbed up on a hilltop baby, see what I could see.
The whole world was falling down baby, right down in front of me.



So begin lyrics to the song Dreams I’ll Never See by 1980s rock group Molly Hatchet. The song is one of my all-time favorites, and an incredible cover of Dreams by the legendary Gregg Allman. When I first heard these lyrics as a high school sophomore, I hadn’t a clue how they would someday define my life. Back in the day, I simply enjoyed the passion in Danny Joe Brown’s growling voice and the powerful guitar rhythms that accompanied. The classic song is driving, inspiring, and genuine (much like anything written by Mr. Allman). The song also slices its way to my heart as we live with this thievish disease known as Duchenne.
 

'Cause I'm hung up on dreams I'm never gonna see yeah.
Lord help me baby.
Dreams get the best of me.

 
This is a very real part of living with Duchenne. I understand that lamenting lost dreams may be viewed as petty or selfish, but it's an elephant in the room that many Duchenne families and sons experience, though few speak about because of society’s expectation to stay positive. With Duchenne, the life you imagine becomes the life you never live. With Duchenne, the sandcastle of dreams you’d proudly built over a lifetime steadily crumbles from persistent winds and rising tides. You can only watch as the future you dreamed for your son, your family, and yourself, breaks apart one sand grain and muscle fiber at a time…and you can’t do a damned thing about it.
 
Dreams can be planned or sighted or teed up for your someday enjoyment. You can have them mapped in careful detail with milestones set along the way. Dreams can be dangling like a carrot or tucked safely in your pocket, each propelling you forward with excitement for the future. You’d spent a lifetime waiting, after all, and you’re ready to live the life you planned. Then one day Duchenne introduces itself and, well…let’s just say things change.
 
As if the diagnosis is not painful enough, the reality of life with Duchenne sets in fast as you watch your son fall behind in nearly everything mobile. You watch your son fall face first for the slightest of reasons, while his friends continue onward without delay. You watch your son waddle while others sprint. You watch your son scoot down stairs, while others leap. Soon, dreams of little league baseball…gone. Dreams of football, basketball, soccer…heck ANY sport…gone. Dreams of golfing, skiing, hiking, backpacking, canoeing, [insert activity here] with your son…gone. I could go on. The list of broken dreams is extensive, and when you venture too far into them, you can become lost.
 
Add in social media platforms like Facebook, Instagram, or Twitter, and realize how it's nearly impossible NOT to see what you thought you’d have. Your dreams are visible in your friends’ lives. Your dreams are plain as day in neighborhoods, parks, and playgrounds. You see kids running, jumping, and chasing. You see boys chasing girls and girls chasing boys, only to see your son swivel his head as he attempts to follow the excitement swirling around him. You see pickup basketball games in a driveway. You watch soccer balls kicked, footballs tossed, and baseballs thrown throughout the year. You see teenage independence and mobility…everywhere.
 
Sigh.
 
I fought like hell to hold onto my dreams. We signed up Alex for tee-ball, but then watched as he struggled to hold a bat, hit a ball off the tee, or run to first base. We signed him up for soccer, but then watched as blades of grass seized his feet like he was running through wet concrete. We signed him up for indoor soccer, only to then worry about trips and falls on the hardwood floor. I am certain other parents were confused at the sight of a Dad running alongside his son to catch him when he fell. I am certain they wondered why Alex always played goalie (because it was the least mobile position). I am certain they wondered why he could never stop a goal (he couldn’t bend over quickly). Sports had never been more stressful, and for the most unexpected reasons.
 
I also realize Duchenne Dads don’t have the corner of broken dreams. Duchenne Mothers have them. Duchenne Sisters and Brothers have them. As do Duchenne Grandparents, Aunts, Uncles, friends, and neighbors. Most of all, and least we forget, our sons have them. They see the world around them. They see what they thought they’d be. It’s frustrating. Duchenne doesn’t care who holds the dream because the monster will simply take what it wants, chew it up, and spit it out. Worse, Duchenne won’t quit until its mission is complete. Such a concept can be heartbreaking and, at times, debilitating.
 
Fortunately, Duchenne cannot steal the dreams it creates, and THAT is where I choose to focus my attention, as difficult as it is sometimes, while Alex’s Duchenne advances.
 
Pull myself together,

Put on a new face yeah,
Climb down off the hilltop baby,
Gonna get back in the race.


Strange as it sounds, Duchenne creates dreams, new and beautiful dreams that you never anticipated. The dreams are less physical and more emotional. They are less individual and more social. They are less predictable and more unexpected. And, if you aren’t too careful, these dreams may teach you a thing or two about life along the way.
 
Dreams like:
 
…holding my son’s hand every night for the past fourteen years as we fall asleep,
…hearing him say I love you, every day,
…listening to his deepest held emotions, hopes, and fears,
…being his sounding board for life’s physical and emotional challenges,
…having your words of wisdom understood as a true road map,
…providing his daily (and often very personal) care without protest,
…seeing his smile as you tell him he is no different from anyone,
…experiencing his absolute trust in you,
…discussing with honesty the rights and wrongs of life and the world,
…watching his social skills in action,
…watching him help others to smile,
…seeing his sincerity with anyone,
…sharing every meal together,
…feeding him when he cannot feed himself,
…wiping his face,
…comforting his fear of dying,
…cheering his joy for living,
…enjoying family dinners in his bedroom,
…experiencing weekend getaways to another city and its zoo,
…experiencing vacations like Dudes Trip 2k15,
…watching him get Reds’ Owner Bob Castellini to laugh,
…sharing a hot dog with heavy mustard while freezing our tails off at a Reds’ Opening Day,
…watching him be fearless in the face of adversity,
…watching him bravely and confidently approach any girl,
…watching his social skills with any neighbor,
…experiencing his heartfelt and genuine smile,
…experiencing his laughter,
…experiencing his love,
…experiencing his life.
 
I could go on. The list grows every day as new dreams are realized.
 
Although, honestly, I can’t help but think about the life I thought I’d lead, and wonder what might have been. That’s a difficult feeling to shake and one I probably never will. But, when I open my eyes to what I have gained with Duchenne – a son with more joy in his heart than many have in a lifetime - it leads me to stand proudly and smile at my good fortune.
 
Despite the ugly monster known as Duchenne, Alex has taught me that life is not about what you want or think you want. It’s NOT about the dreams I’ll never see.
 
Life is about what I have.
 
RIGHT NOW
 
…and it’s priceless.



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