Tuesday, August 5, 2008

Brains

Yesterday was very likely the last day I will see my brother alive.

There are lots of phone calls you can receive that can be categorized as bad news. But the worst are bad things happening to people close to us; things we are powerless to change.

Two weeks ago, my sister called to tell me that my brother Patrick had been diagnosed with an untreatable glioblastoma - an aggressive type of brain tumor. He’s been given six months or less to live.

I’m the oldest of 10 children. My brother Patrick is the next oldest boy, 3 years younger than me. I always felt that as the oldest, I’d be the first to go. As long as I took care of myself, the rest of them would be OK. This seems pretty na├»ve, but it’s worked for 60 years.

I was told that Patrick is deteriorating quickly, so I made arrangements to travel to St. Louis for a visit. On one leg of the trip, I flew on an EMB145, the smallest passenger jet on which I’ve ever flown. The seating configuration is one seat on the left side of the plane, and two on the right. The seats themselves were designed for hobbits. You can tell that the couple in the foreground of this picture are not hobbits.

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When I visited Patrick and his wife Ann in their secluded house out in the woods, I was greeted by their two dogs who barked furiously for about 10 minutes. They know Patrick is sick, and they’re very nervous and protective. One of them is a Boxer/Shar-Pei mix who always has drool bubbles.

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The other is a 3-legged Labradoodle.

lily

Patrick is in pretty good spirits, although he’s been having trouble sleeping, which makes him crabby sometimes. He first noticed symptoms when he experienced balance problems. This was quickly followed by double vision and partial paralysis on his right side. He sometimes wears an eye patch to help with the double vision, but he can’t stand to wear it for long.

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The balance issues caused him to fall a lot, and one of them resulted in a little cut on his elbow, which he failed to clean properly, and it became infected. The elbow is his only source of pain right now.

Once he was diagnosed, he was placed on hospice care, but that’s only a couple of times a week. His wife Ann stopped working and sticks pretty close by.

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Patrick is convinced he can get out of bed by himself to use the commode, but of course, he falls immediately. So Ann has to lift him. He’s been given steroids to slow the swelling of the tumor, which have caused him to develop an insatiable appetite. He’s always been skinny, but now he’s gaining weight, and Ann is losing weight taking care of him. So he’s getting heavier and she’s getting weaker. Fortunately, Patrick’s youngest son Joey, still lives at home. The kid is a monster, 6 feet 4 inches tall and 240 pounds. He wears size 15 shoes. He’s 18 years old and still growing.

My family has an unequal distribution of mental acuity. I have one brother with schizophrenia, one with a brain injury, one with bipolar disorder, one who’s dumb as a box of rocks, and then there’s Patrick and me. My sister and I joked that we could get all the boys in the family together and produce a game show called “Guess Who Has the Brain Tumor?”

Here’s three from the shallow end of my gene pool:

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Here’s Joey with one of my brothers that supposedly does not have a brain tumor:

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One of my brothers is married to a Brazilian woman, and he’s constantly kissing up to his in-laws in Brazil. He brought a couple of pounds of Brazilian coffee and a box of Brazilian candy that his in-laws had sent. He wanted to assure his in-laws that the gifts had been delivered, so he borrowed my camera and then, treating Patrick like a prop, arranged the gifts on his chest and took a picture to send to Brazil. I’m sure that somewhere deep inside his thick skull this made perfect sense, but it was demeaning, and Patrick was not happy about it.

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Patrick and I chose different paths in life, so we’ve never been close. But we always knew that of the boys in the family, we were always the smartest, and that bound us together. It’s painful to see him so helpless. He can’t move very well, and his speech is labored and slurred. But he still has a witty, subversive sense of humor. So he motioned for a piece of candy, stuffed it into his mouth, and asked me to take this picture to send to Brazil, as clear evidence that he was enjoying the gifts.

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1 comment:

Glad said...

I'm sorry about your brother's condition. Sounds like someone you will really miss. But except for the subject, your post is really funny. I love the picture proving that the candy is being enjoyed, ha ha! I found your blog while googling "bear repellent", and read that post, along with the humorous comments. Keep posting, and I wish you the best! You can check out my blog if you want, at pratherfamilyblog.blogspot.com