My niece, Mara, underwent 10 hours of brain surgery on Wednesday. The good news is that they still think the tumor is not cancerous, but we don't have a confirmation on that yet. They were able to extricate the entire tumor, but had to do that in sections.
She has been in ICU since coming out of surgery, and is on a breathing tube because the pain meds are so strong that she can't respirate on her own. They hope to take the breathing tube out tomorrow.
She is awake for only short periods of time but seems to know who is around her when she does--and acknowledges that she is in a lot of pain. She will probably be in the hospital for another 2-3 weeks.
The doctors are encouraged by her early progress, but please keep sending her your good vibes until we know she is totally out of the woods.
This is one brave kid. Like I did, she needs to feel that people are helping to pull her through.
mike
Friday, January 28, 2011
Tuesday, January 25, 2011
Good Vibes Needed for Mara on January 26
On very short notice, we are asking Team Mike to send out your strongest good vibes tomorrow to our 18-year old niece, Mara Canning. After a migraine headache that started on Saturday, a MRI on Monday showed that she has a tumor on the back of her brain, where the brain stem meets her skull. The tumor is about the size of a ping pong ball.
The encouraging news at this time is that the doctors are fairly sure that the rumor is not cancerous, but they won't know without conducting surgery. The surgery will last anywhere from 8-10 hours, in an attempt to extract the tumor without doing damage to the vital nerves it is attached to.
The prognosis is upbeat going into the surgery--but that could all change if the tumor turns out to be cancerous, and/or it can't be totally extracted.
You should also know that Mara is an all-state runner in the 800-meter event. She was training hard for her upcoming senior season, and has been recruited by several colleges and universities. She had to pass up an official visit this past weekend, due to the onset of the migraine that started this series of events.
While secondary to her immediate medical needs, the surgery and necessary recovery time will cause Mara to miss her last track season, and not let her pursue her goal to be a State Champion--something that was well within her reach.
We visited Mara and her parents, Marie and John, this evening at Scottish Rite Children's Hospital, one of the very best places in the country for this kind of surgery. Mara's kid sister, Madison, was on her way to the hospital, and understandably worried for Mara. Despite their obvious worry, they are optimistic about the outcome and looking ahead to getting back on schedule for Mara to graduate from high school in May. Mara showed incredible strength and maturity during our visit--well beyond what you'd expect from an 18-year old kid whose biggest worry last week was whether her I-Phone's text function was working properly.
So, we need Team Mike to become Team Mara until she is safe and sound and her family is on the other side of this. We'll provide an update as soon as we have one.
mike and terry
The encouraging news at this time is that the doctors are fairly sure that the rumor is not cancerous, but they won't know without conducting surgery. The surgery will last anywhere from 8-10 hours, in an attempt to extract the tumor without doing damage to the vital nerves it is attached to.
The prognosis is upbeat going into the surgery--but that could all change if the tumor turns out to be cancerous, and/or it can't be totally extracted.
You should also know that Mara is an all-state runner in the 800-meter event. She was training hard for her upcoming senior season, and has been recruited by several colleges and universities. She had to pass up an official visit this past weekend, due to the onset of the migraine that started this series of events.
While secondary to her immediate medical needs, the surgery and necessary recovery time will cause Mara to miss her last track season, and not let her pursue her goal to be a State Champion--something that was well within her reach.
We visited Mara and her parents, Marie and John, this evening at Scottish Rite Children's Hospital, one of the very best places in the country for this kind of surgery. Mara's kid sister, Madison, was on her way to the hospital, and understandably worried for Mara. Despite their obvious worry, they are optimistic about the outcome and looking ahead to getting back on schedule for Mara to graduate from high school in May. Mara showed incredible strength and maturity during our visit--well beyond what you'd expect from an 18-year old kid whose biggest worry last week was whether her I-Phone's text function was working properly.
So, we need Team Mike to become Team Mara until she is safe and sound and her family is on the other side of this. We'll provide an update as soon as we have one.
mike and terry
Monday, January 17, 2011
"Fast Eddie" Krieger
Terry and I were in Florida on January 5th when I got a call from Mike Hart, a childhood and life-long friend who still lives in my hometown. Mike told me that another friend of ours, Eddie Kreiger, was very sick--the suspicion was cancer, but no one had heard if a terminal diagnosis had been made. Eddie passed away the very next day, in a hospital near Buffalo, NY. Due to the timing, and the ice storm that hit Atlanta the next weekend, I was not able to attend the service, which had a large turnout--attributable to Eddie's knack for making friends fast and keeping them forever.
I was able to reach another mutual friend, Steve Slavin, who had been in close contact with Eddie over the years. Steve told me that Eddie was diagnosed with bone cancer in November of 2010 and had experienced some good days and bad days along the way. Steve saw Eddie just a few days before his passing, and was told that Eddie was doing well enough to be discharged soon. That never happened, and Steve was shocked to learn that Eddie never got to go home again.
Eddie was one of those rare guys who could be described as a 'likable rascal' who got himself and many of his buddies into a fair amount of mostly innocent trouble during our grade school and high school years. For me, that extended into our college years, as Eddie and I both attended college in Boston. More on that later.
Eddie liked to drive fast cars, even before he had a driving license! I remember well the summer that we were hired by his father to paint the family house, and when both of his parents were gone and his dad's souped-up Chevy was left there, we would take it for joy rides around their neighborhood--and sometimes a bit farther. Eddie would smile and rationalize that we needed to do this because his father drove really slow, and the car needed to be driven fast from time to time to clear out the exhaust system. That worked for me. I was probably 14 and Eddie was 13.
I went to a Catholic high school in another town a short distance away. Eddie was a year behind me, and started high school in Salamanca. It didn't take long for him to wear out his welcome there, and his parents thought the he could be "rehab'd" by going to a private school--if he could get in with his bad grades and bad-boy reputation. I made a case for him with the principal at Walsh, and they let him in. Eddie did well at Walsh, getting decent grades and playing football, blocking on the offensive line as I played quarterback behind him. What the good nuns and priests didn't know was that Eddie (and his big gang of buddies) was still up to his juvenile tricks--but had just learned to be better at not getting caught (as much).
After I graduated high school I went off to Tufts in Boston, and two years later, Eddie started at a 2-year school near Fenway park. Eddie came to Tufts football games and parties at my fraternity house, so I saw him a lot. He was liked by the fraternity brothers so much that they wanted to make him a member of the fraternity, but the rules didn't allow that--so we made him an "unofficial honorary member." It was at a "mixer" (boy, does that give away my age) at my fraternity house that he met Barb--who soon became his girlfriend, and then his wife. She was with him when he passed away.
Sometime after college I fell out of touch with Eddie and Barb for many years. I'd ask people in Salamanca about them, but no one else knew much about them either. That is, until about 10 years ago when I asked someone again, and was told that Eddie and Barb were back living in Salamanca. I got in touch with them and visited them for a short time--and learned that Eddie had served 20+ years in the military and had retired to live in Salamanca. Barb worked at a pharmacy near their house. They had two adult kids who both were serving in the military themselves.
A party guy for many years, Eddie had stopped drinking and started to attend church regularly. He and Barb both rode Harleys, and I heard recently that they would go on rides with their church pastor. The last time I saw Eddie, he and Barb were both very happy living a quiet life in our small home town--very different from the "Fast Eddie" I had known since grade school, but all of the changes he made had brought him much peace and happiness, and it showed.
This past August Terry and I were back in Salamanca and stopped at Barb and Eddie's house to say hello. They had not seen me since I was sick, so I was excited to let them see the "new me" and to spend some time with them. But, it was a nice summer day, and most likely they were out riding their motorcycles, so we didn't get to see them. I left a note that we had missed them, and told them "See you next summer around this same time."
I now wish we had more time to come back later that day or the next day, but I just assumed that I'd see them again in a year--and would call ahead to make sure they were around.
Steve Slavin put it best in my conversation with him, saying "If you can't like a guy like Eddie, you need to take a long look at yourself in the mirror." I couldn't agree more.
Mike
I was able to reach another mutual friend, Steve Slavin, who had been in close contact with Eddie over the years. Steve told me that Eddie was diagnosed with bone cancer in November of 2010 and had experienced some good days and bad days along the way. Steve saw Eddie just a few days before his passing, and was told that Eddie was doing well enough to be discharged soon. That never happened, and Steve was shocked to learn that Eddie never got to go home again.
Eddie was one of those rare guys who could be described as a 'likable rascal' who got himself and many of his buddies into a fair amount of mostly innocent trouble during our grade school and high school years. For me, that extended into our college years, as Eddie and I both attended college in Boston. More on that later.
Eddie liked to drive fast cars, even before he had a driving license! I remember well the summer that we were hired by his father to paint the family house, and when both of his parents were gone and his dad's souped-up Chevy was left there, we would take it for joy rides around their neighborhood--and sometimes a bit farther. Eddie would smile and rationalize that we needed to do this because his father drove really slow, and the car needed to be driven fast from time to time to clear out the exhaust system. That worked for me. I was probably 14 and Eddie was 13.
I went to a Catholic high school in another town a short distance away. Eddie was a year behind me, and started high school in Salamanca. It didn't take long for him to wear out his welcome there, and his parents thought the he could be "rehab'd" by going to a private school--if he could get in with his bad grades and bad-boy reputation. I made a case for him with the principal at Walsh, and they let him in. Eddie did well at Walsh, getting decent grades and playing football, blocking on the offensive line as I played quarterback behind him. What the good nuns and priests didn't know was that Eddie (and his big gang of buddies) was still up to his juvenile tricks--but had just learned to be better at not getting caught (as much).
After I graduated high school I went off to Tufts in Boston, and two years later, Eddie started at a 2-year school near Fenway park. Eddie came to Tufts football games and parties at my fraternity house, so I saw him a lot. He was liked by the fraternity brothers so much that they wanted to make him a member of the fraternity, but the rules didn't allow that--so we made him an "unofficial honorary member." It was at a "mixer" (boy, does that give away my age) at my fraternity house that he met Barb--who soon became his girlfriend, and then his wife. She was with him when he passed away.
Sometime after college I fell out of touch with Eddie and Barb for many years. I'd ask people in Salamanca about them, but no one else knew much about them either. That is, until about 10 years ago when I asked someone again, and was told that Eddie and Barb were back living in Salamanca. I got in touch with them and visited them for a short time--and learned that Eddie had served 20+ years in the military and had retired to live in Salamanca. Barb worked at a pharmacy near their house. They had two adult kids who both were serving in the military themselves.
A party guy for many years, Eddie had stopped drinking and started to attend church regularly. He and Barb both rode Harleys, and I heard recently that they would go on rides with their church pastor. The last time I saw Eddie, he and Barb were both very happy living a quiet life in our small home town--very different from the "Fast Eddie" I had known since grade school, but all of the changes he made had brought him much peace and happiness, and it showed.
This past August Terry and I were back in Salamanca and stopped at Barb and Eddie's house to say hello. They had not seen me since I was sick, so I was excited to let them see the "new me" and to spend some time with them. But, it was a nice summer day, and most likely they were out riding their motorcycles, so we didn't get to see them. I left a note that we had missed them, and told them "See you next summer around this same time."
I now wish we had more time to come back later that day or the next day, but I just assumed that I'd see them again in a year--and would call ahead to make sure they were around.
Steve Slavin put it best in my conversation with him, saying "If you can't like a guy like Eddie, you need to take a long look at yourself in the mirror." I couldn't agree more.
Mike
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