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Facts & Arguments Essay
My disabled son's first time at camp
(Original title: Jacob's Magical Summer)


From Monday's Globe and Mail Published on Monday, Jun. 21, 2010 12:00AM EDT Last updated on Monday, Jun. 21, 2010 5:22PM EDT

The decision was made. Part of me was terrified. During the week prior to Jacob’s departure, with all his clothes scattered in piles on his bed and across the floor, I packed for my seven-year-old son’s coming adventure.

To observers, I did all the things necessary to ensure his readiness for overnight camp. There were T-shirts and shorts, long-sleeved tops and pants, bathing suits and pyjamas in his duffel bag.

It was a typical precamp scene, one that many people were enacting at the same time during the last few weeks of June. But this scenario was different from that of our neighbours. In addition to his blue bag stuffed with clothes and bedding, I methodically packed a second bag with syringes, feeding tubes and various medications that Jake needs every four hours around the clock.

Jacob has Pelizaeus-Merzbacher disease (PMD), a neurodegenerative disorder that prevents him from walking, talking or sitting by himself. He is fed by a tube surgically implanted into his stomach. Although his physical abilities are severely limited, he understands what is said to and around him and he has an incredible sense of humour.

When asked by friends if I was worried about sending Jacob away for three weeks, I emphatically told them that he would be well cared for and I was confident this would be a great experience for him. I ignored the queasiness in the pit of my stomach that surfaced every time. Was sending my disabled child, whose needs are complex and constant, to camp the action of a responsible parent?

Jacob, my child with huge green eyes that sparkle when he smiles, has an ability to make people fall in love with him. There is something intangible that draws people to him and makes them want to be near him, help him and laugh with him.

Jacob’s people-magnet skill was first observed as an infant while he was in the hospital for a prolonged stay following his birth. The nurses would argue over who would be fortunate enough to have him on their charge list for the day. Our morning would begin with the lucky winner entering his room with a smile, ready to start his daily routine of medication administration.

Jacob’s charm was in overdrive when he joined a weekend activity group led by teenaged girls at a nearby high school. Jacob’s princesses, as his sisters referred to them, flocked to him and playfully fought over who would spend time with him each week.

Belle, Jacob’s favourite princess, convinced me to send Jacob to a camp for children with special needs. She selected two other princesses to accompany them. The three girls were breathless with excitement as they unveiled their plan – Belle would be with him during the day and the other two would be responsible for his overnight care.

We arrived at camp in the evening, two minutes before a thunderstorm. As the car slowed to a stop, my heart was beating quickly and my breath was shallow. It was really happening – he was going to stay at camp without me for several weeks.

An hour later, Jacob was sleeping soundly in what was affectionately labelled “Jacob’s Palace,” his room with handmade signs and pictures taped on the walls.

Unlike my son, I was not relaxed. Not at all. I was unpacking his medical paraphernalia and anxiously trying to share as much information as possible regarding his care with the camp nurse, a woman exhausted from a long first day of camp. The refrigerator, necessary for Jacob’s food and medications, was not in the prearranged spot. We were unable to locate electrical sockets in his room to plug in his nebulizer, a device needed to administer one of his medications.

After some running around on the part of the counsellors, things started coming together. With a few final reassurances from the camp directors that he would be safe, I reluctantly left my little boy in the able care of his doting princesses.

Daily reports from Belle were consistently positive: “Jacob had fun boating today.” “Your son is dangerously cute and had an awesome time on the trampoline.” And my favourite: “He’s my best friend in the whole world!”

Not content to rely solely on Belle’s updates, I visited Jacob partway through his camp session. As I walked across the lawn to the building where Jacob was, several counsellors came up to me and gushed about how much they love my son and how much fun they have playing with him.

Jacob was wheeled to me flanked by five caring counsellors and his new friend, Nosson, the nine-year-old son of the camp director who was always at Jacob’s side. As soon as I saw Jake, his huge gap-toothed smile was all the convincing I needed to know that he was in his element.

We toured the camp and met his princesses, whose number had grown exponentially. Jacob looked tanned, healthy and ecstatic. I was so proud of my little guy, and all the tension I had inside my gut evaporated.

He was excited to see me, as evidenced by the wet, sloppy kisses he kept giving me, but he was not ready to come home. As I was leaving, I asked if he wanted to come with me, to which he quickly replied, in his way, “No!” When I asked if he wanted to stay with his princesses, he didn't hesitate and immediately nodded his head “Yes.” After a few more hugs and kisses, I drove away with a sense of calm that had eluded me since the night we brought him to camp.

This month, as the school year winds down, Jacob’s clothes and medications are once again ready to be packed. Remembering his beaming smile and high-pitched squeal when I visited him last summer, I have no doubt that I am doing the right thing for him. I know that Jacob will, once again, have the time of his life. What more can I want for my son?

Jacob's report card 2010

Jacob attended Ledbury Park Hebrew School for the second year in a row. He was in a class with kids his own age and had a great time. Each week, when the school bus would drop him off at home at 3:15, we would put him in the car and head up to the program for his after-school Hebrew program. When he started in the class last year, he often wouldn't make it to the end of the 2 hour session. But this year, he managed to stay alert and interested for the entire time. I'm not sure if it was the material that he adored, or simply being around kids his own age who would talk to him and be interested in what he was doing.

A few days ago, his report card came in the mail and it made me smile. The Comments section read as follows:

It was an honor to have Yaakov in my class this year. Yaakov shows a tremendous desire to learn and loves the kids in the class almost as much as they love him! Continuously throughout the day, the kids come over to Yaakov to look at his work, give him different things, or just to ask him different questions. Yaakov's two favorite times of the day are davening and music. During davening, the smile Yaakov gets on his face when all the children point to him when we sing his name in our song is unforgettable. The days that Yaakov was not there on time for davening, the children requested that we sing the song again once he arrived. Yaakov should be proud of what he has accomplished! It has been a pleasure teaching you and I will miss having you in my class.

He's already signed up for next year!

"Can I have some alone time with Jacob?"

Watching friends' children interact with their siblings made me realize that my daughters don't have the same relationship with their brother that most kids have with their brothers or sisters. That fact wasn't really surprising to me but it did make me sad. Jacob's sisters don't run to hug him when he gets home from school and they have to be coaxed to say good morning when he's wheeled out of his bedroom at the start of the day.

But things are starting to change. It may be that Sierra and Jamie are getting older, or maybe because they see how many 'princesses' love spending time with him, or they are simply learning how to 'play' with him.

A few nights ago, as I was getting her ready for bed, Sierra looked at me and asked "can I have some alone time with Jacob?" She wanted to play with him by herself, something she has never done before. She asked that she be the only one in his room with him and wanted me to wait in the hall. She requested 4 minutes with him. My heart nearly burst with happiness as she walked into his room and asked him if she could play with him by herself. He smiled and I left the room.

Not to be outdone by her sister, Jamie asked for some time with him as well. A short while later, Jamie was running down the hall, pushing Jacob in his chair and making him squeal in delight. He was loving their games and his sisters were enjoying playing with their brother.

My daughters may not have the same type of relationship with their older brother that most kids have with their older siblings but they are developing a special bond with Jacob that was evident when he saw them enter his classroom at school and laughed so loudly that everyone in the room heard him.

Jacob's birthday parties

Jacob is 8 and had many great parties to celebrate.

His sisters, Jamie and Sierra, spent an afternoon with him in his class at school. Together they frosted cupcakes and he watched them eat their work. Sierra and Jamie were given the responsibility of handing out the carefully packaged loot bags to each child in the class. Jacob loves when his sisters join him at school and his squeals of excitement are heard down the hall when he sees them.

We had a family party at our home so that his grandparents, aunts, uncles and cousins could celebrate with him. For the first time in his 8 years, he seemed to enjoy a family get-together. Most people took turns reading to him, talking to him and playing with him. It was the first time he was comfortable at a large family get together and we loved watching him so happy.

The best part of his birthday celebration was the party with his friends. Unlike most eight year old boys, Jacob doesn't have many friends his own age. He has tons of friends but they are mostly teenage girls, affectionately referred to as Jacob's princesses since they always wear long skirts. On Sunday night, the weekend before his birthday, we invited his friends over to celebrate. He was the center of attention (as always!) and the girls kept jostling each other to hold and talk with Jake. He was loving every minute of it.

And this weekend, we had the fourth party for Jacob. It was a joint birthday celebration for Jacob and his girlfriend of almost 3 years, Taryn. Jacob is 10 days older than Taryn so they get together in between their birthdays each year. As they do every time they get together, Taryn kissed Jacob's eyeballs and he laughed.

Without a doubt, it was his best birthday ever!

Jacob and His Sisters, Globe and Mail April 1 2010

Marcy White
From Thursday's Globe and Mail Published on Wednesday, Mar. 31, 2010 6:02PM EDT Last updated
on Wednesday, Mar. 31, 2010 6:07PM EDT
Jacob’s five-year-old twin sisters know their big brother can’t speak. They know he eats by a tube
surgically implanted into his stomach and they know he can’t move by himself. They also know he
understands what they say and he loves to watch them play.
Jamie, the lankier twin with curly hair and blueberry eyes, knows how to make her seven-year-old
brother laugh. Her off-tune, high-pitched singing always results in an ear-to-ear grin from her brother’s
gap-toothed mouth. The more he laughs, the more Jamie chants, and the more she chants, the more he
laughs. They enjoy their game, and I love watching every second of their interaction.
The decision to have more children after Jacob was diagnosed with Pelizaeus-Merzbacher disease, a
severe neurodegenerative disorder, was colossal. Was it selfish of me to bring a healthy child into a
family with a child who required constant care?
During the first few years of Jacob’s life, I lived as though I was in a bubble. Most days were spent at
home, fearful of exposing Jacob to simple germs that could be life threatening for his weak immune
system. My friends were welcome in my house, but their children were not. Aside from the unknown
viruses that kids harbour, it was too agonizing for me to watch healthy kids run, speak and eat,
activities Jacob was unable to master.
When Jacob was younger, life was excruciating. My son was in constant pain and each ear-piercing
scream was like a red-hot dagger slicing through my heart. There were no hints that he would ever be
comfortable and happy.
When I started exploring the idea of a sibling for Jacob, I thought it would be terrific for me. It would
allow me to re-enter the “normal” world and experience the joys of parenthood as a “typical” parent, a
mother who was fortunate enough to teach her child how to count to 10, ride a bicycle and hold a
crayon. My parenting experience had consisted mostly of medication administration, physical therapy
and frequent doctors’ appointments. It was easy to see that a healthy child would bring some much-
wanted normalcy into my life.
But late at night, when Jacob was in the care of a night nurse because he cannot be left alone, I wrestled
over what to do. What impact would having a disabled older brother have on a younger sibling? Would
a sibling detract from the attention Jacob needed?
I reasoned that Jake would have the opportunity to interact with another child, something he rarely did
but seemed to enjoy. The stories I heard from others led me to believe that Jacob’s hypothetical sister or
brother would not be negatively affected by growing up in our family. With proper guidance, he or she
had a tremendous opportunity to thrive and become a special person because of being his sibling.
When Jake was 21⁄2, he became a big brother to healthy twin sisters. The twins were a welcome
surprise, although twins aren’t rare in our families.
As infants , Sierra and Jamie were a handful in the way that all babies are, but it was so much easier
parenting these two girls than it was caring for their brother at the same age. I knew that if the girls
were hungry they would eat, if they were tired they would sleep, and if they cried they were not at risk
of choking. They never needed me to thread a suction tube down their throat to clear their airways.
It was evident that Sierra and Jamie were a welcome addition to our family. The increased activity in
our house pleased Jacob. He smiled when we placed him on the sofa with a sister on either side of him.
His eyes sparkled when he was positioned in the front of the double stroller listening to his little sisters’
babble, squished in the seat behind him.
As I watched my girls explore their surroundings, I had a mix of emotions running through me. I
wavered between awe at the ease with which Sierra and Jamie knew how to hold a rattle or turn the
page in a book, and soul-numbing sorrow knowing that Jacob was unable to hold his beloved guitar by
himself.
The girls were early talkers, and curious. As Sierra was nearing her third birthday, she asked me why
Jacob can’t walk. Her innocent question scared me. I knew that at some point they would notice that
Jacob was different from their friends’ older brothers. It was important to me that the girls feel
comfortable asking questions about their brother, and I was determined to give them honest and age-
appropriate answers that would help them understand Jacob but not scare them.
She was satisfied with my response that his legs don’t work the same way hers do, but I knew this
question would shortly be followed by other, more challenging ones.
When Sierra and Jamie blew out the candles on their Dora the Explorer birthday cake on their third
birthday, Sierra pushed her hair away from her face and asked if I could put some cake in Jacob’s
feeding tube so he could have some too. She knew her brother does not eat the same way she does, but
she wanted him to enjoy something she loves. As my eyes filled with tears, I told her that I was very
proud of her attempt to share her cake with her brother.
My family is not typical. Jacob still requires constant care, but making him an older brother was the
right decision for us. Jake’s younger sisters are happy, smart and curious girls. They have a special
brother with a contagious laugh that can be heard any time they try to tickle him.
Marcy White lives in Toronto.