Brooklyn’s Story: Tough Beyond Her Years

Three-year-old Brooklyn wears colorful, patterned leggings and never leaves home without slipping on at least one purple item of clothing (in addition to her bright purple shoes). Along with reading Five Little Monkeys Jumping on the Bed, watching Frozen and playing with her kitchen set, she also thinks chemo shots, sedation and blood draws are just part of growing up.

Since being diagnosed with acute lymphoblastic leukemia in November 2015, Brooklyn’s treatments and therapies have become second nature to her. She tells nurses which arm to wrap the big rubber band around when she has blood draws. And she intimately knows every step of accessing her port to her central line for infusions.

Her intense battle with cancer started when she was 2 years old. Worn out and weary, Brooklyn wanted to be carried more and often complained of leg pain in between playing and requested to “go right to bed” each evening after daycare. Not assuming the worst, her parents Grant and Michelle watched and waited for the resolution of what they thought were growing pains or a virus.

For two weeks, Brooklyn continued to feel drained, and her legs ached so much one day that they were shaking uncontrollably. Her parents knew they had to take her to the pediatrician to perform blood tests and X-rays.

The whirlwind began the next morning when the doctor called to tell them to pick Brooklyn up from daycare immediately, pack an overnight bag and bring her to the hospital. As they sat waiting on the floor for children with blood disorders, they noticed pamphlets about childhood cancer on the front desk.

“I asked the doctors why we were there,” says Grant. “They weren’t telling us what was going on, so I just asked them to tell us what they were thinking. And they told us there was a really good chance that Brooklyn had leukemia.”

Not long after their arrival, Brooklyn was officially diagnosed.

“I just cried. I could barely talk,” explains Michelle, who was pregnant with their second child. It seemed absolutely impossible.

Brooklyn began the first stage of treatment, which included many painful spinal taps, bone marrow biopsies and toxic chemotherapies. “After the first stage, you don’t even recognize your kid,” says Grant.

She gained weight on her small frame fast, lost all movement in her legs due to excruciating pain from the treatment, and had to re-learn to crawl, stand and then walk with physical therapy. Cancer treatment plagued Brooklyn’s tiny body with mouth sores, mood swings, unbearable muscle pain and tingling in her nerves, which caused her to cry out during diaper changes.

Signing treatment consent forms time and time again was a constant reminder to Grant and Michelle that Brooklyn’s treatment could cause long-term damage to her heart, liver and more, even causing other types of cancer.

At points during her treatment, Brooklyn’s blood counts were dangerously low, and she needed blood and platelet transfusions to keep her going. Grant and Michelle recall that after one transfusion, Brooklyn fell asleep and started singing the ABCs in perfect tune. The heartbreaking contrast between childhood and cancer was never clearer than in those moments.

In December 2015, the first phase of Brooklyn’s treatment wrapped up. Her family members held their breath for the news: would their toddler take the expected, easier path of treatment? Or would she have to endure a more trying road to recovery?

The day before Christmas Eve, just over a week after the birth of Thomas, the results came back clear: Brooklyn was in remission. Or so they were told...

After they held Christmas and New Year’s celebrations and toasted to Brooklyn’s remission with friends and family, the oncologist told them a second review of bone marrow results showed Brooklyn was not in remission after all. “To hear that news was like hearing the diagnosis all over again,” Michelle explains.

Brooklyn immediately moved up to a high-risk treatment plan with a harsher protocol. On the new protocol, Brooklyn reacted severely to one of the chemo drugs. Seconds after an infusion began, she coughed, her throat began closing and she screamed to her mom, who was holding newborn Thomas in her arms, “Something’s happening, Momma! What’s happening? I can’t breathe! I can’t breathe!” Michelle handed baby Thomas to a nurse and instructed Brooklyn to hug her daddy and take deep breaths. A nurse immediately drew the drug out of the infusion tubing and administered an EpiPen to save her life. Michelle describes the feeling in that panicked moment as “watching your kid die right in front of your eyes.”

Doctors replaced eight scheduled infusions of that medication with more than 40 chemo shots, and Brooklyn went through intense treatment, both inpatient and at home, throughout the spring and summer.

Today, she is in the maintenance phase and has finally achieved remission. “You try not to get too high, you try not to get too low,” says Grant. “She’s so tough beyond her years,” Michelle adds. “You always want to see that your kid has a little fight in them because you don’t want them to lose the battle.”

Her family still has a long road ahead, but they hold on to simple moments when Brooklyn is feeling well — like when she plays 'doctor' with her stuffed animals, rides her bike or plays with her baby brother. “My dream for Brooklyn is to just grow up,” Michelle says.

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