Percy Fawcett

Our Brave Explorers

I recall watching the movie “The Lost City of Z” this summer, about Percy Fawcett, a British soldier turned explorer who several times went deep into the heart of the Amazon to locate what he thought would be Eldorado, the city of gold. The movie clearly showed what he gave up for years at a time: beautiful, intelligent wife, three adorable children, a home, relationships.
What it didn’t really tell you was why. Why abandon all this, leaving your children to grow up fatherless, your family to slide into poverty, to suffer the terrible depredations in search of something that might not even exist?
 
I asked that this week when I learned of the death of a patient with hemophilia in a clinical trial for a new factor product. We have good treatment here in the US; we have safe and efficacious products, dedicated HTCs. Why risk your life for a product that may or may not work?
 
To me, the patient was himself an explorer. Willing to risk all for something greater than himself. A hope of a new treatment, an advancement in science and medicine. We don’t know who this explorer was. Surely someone in our community knows who is it, and eventually it will be revealed, but for now, until an investigation is complete, he will remain known as an Explorer.
 
Facebook has lit up with comments, some cautious, some not so cautious, about the risk involved in clinical trials. Is it worth it? Did the patient really understand what he was undertaking? Most likely he did. Like Fawcett, explorers research, read, learn and
understand what could happen. They know the risks. But they still seek to make a lasting contribution. I’ve studied for decades the lives of the explorers: what makes a person a Columbus, an Earhart, a Livingstone, a Scott, a Shackleton, a Mawson, a Magellan, a Hillary? True explorers are in a class of their own as they forge a path through life.
 
George McCoy of North Carolina
While this news is making headlines throughout the country
and world, more quietly, another explorer just died on August 23, after
fighting pancreatic cancer. George McCoy was born in 1947 and had severe
hemophilia A; he contracted HIV and hepatitis C. He earned a master’s degree in
education from the University of NC, and worked for 31 years for NC Department
of Health and Human Services, helping people with disabilities. He helped found
Hemophilia of North Carolina, which is today one of our best run patient
organizations. He never stopped working for the community, from stuffing
envelopes to public speaking.
 
His amazing claim to fame is that he was the first person dosed with recombinant factor VIII in 1987.
George McCoy and Laurie Kelley 2012
He was an explorer, volunteering for clinical trials with these new, biotech drugs. It was considered risky then; these were genetically created drugs, a new field in medicine. And these drugs revolutionized hemophilia treatment at a time when the community was suffering through the devastation of HIV.
 
George was a daring explorer and public servant, who dedicated his life to serving those in need. I met him in 2012 at the World Federation of Hemophilia Congress in Paris, where he gave a profound speech about his volunteering for science.
 
Read “MadMan or Guinea Pig?” About George McCoy
 
It’s human nature to point fingers when tragedy strikes; we feel someone must be held accountable. An investigation is underway to find the exact cause of the patient who died, but there is speculation and some information; a note on the Facebook page “BioSpace” says, “The patient was suspected of having viral meningitis and died from a thrombotic event.”
 
Read the official statement from the company here.
 
And one of our popular advocates in the community on Facebook wrote: “He gave his life so that we may see better treatment… Please think carefully and fully understand the risks entailed when your HTCs ask you to join a study…If you ever find someone pushing you to participate in a drug study, pay attention to their motives… Thank you to whoever it was that lost their life in this drug study.”
 
Whoever it was, like George McCoy, he was one of our bravest explorers.
 
 
 

 

 

Suffer the Little Children



Many of you know I travel to some extremely impoverished places in the world, helping kids with hemophilia. On these trips you eventually get over the shock of seeing humans defecate in public, sleep in huts with no screens against insects, sleep 10 to a room, live in slums, filth, and suffer from lack of food and sanitation. But when you see that in developed countries, now that’s the shocker.

Just this week we had two stories that show that even our own countries have their own kind of poverty.

The Daily Telegraph, Australia, on June 9, 2009 reported “Mum neglects kids for internet lover.” This is like the Octomom gone wild.

“A mother who left her eight children for more than a week in ‘life-threatening’ squalor with a former de facto while she chased an internet lover has avoided jail today. Despite describing the neglect as ‘extreme,’ Magistrate Helen Barry suspended the 33-year-old mother’s 30 month jail sentence, and her ex de facto’s 12 month jail term over seven charges of abandoning her children.

“The former couple pleaded guilty to their neglect in Katoomba Local Court today, where she sat silently next to him while he was given a two-year good behaviour bond instead. The mother had asked her former 41-year-old de facto to look after her children while she flew to Melbourne to meet another potential lover she had met on the internet. But he told police he could not take on this responsibility because he was in hospital.

“Magistrate Barry described the horrific condition the children were found in her house as “squalored, putrid and uninhabitable”, while littered with dirty clothes, nappies and food scraps and contained broken glass from shattered windows, bottles and a shower screen. When police arrived on September 9 last year, the two youngest children aged three and four were running around in the front yard wearing only nappies. Inside, life-saving medication for six of the children who suffer hemophilia remained locked in a cupboard in the mother’s bedroom.

“Magistrate Barry … said the community had a right to be outraged and ‘any alternative to a custodial sentence would in
my view fail to reflect the objective seriousness of the offence.'”

You can read the original at http://www.news.com.au/dailytelegraph/gallery/0,22056,5057742-5010140,00.html

And of course, the pictures almost say it all.

Then we have this in from Portsmouth, New Hampshire, June 11, 2009.
http://www.fosters.com/apps/pbcs.dll/article?AID=/20090611/GJNEWS_01/706119760/-1/FOSNEWS

“Police say 3-year-old Portsmouth boy was underdressed, in dirty diaper when found alone in car.”

“Police say Jacqueline Hanscom’s 3-year-old son was underdressed, dirty, covered in dried blood and in a feces-filled diaper when the boy was found by an Anne Avenue resident inside a car. Hanscom, 20, of 55 Anne Ave. has described her child’s wandering an “honest mistake,” but a police affidavit indicates the child appeared neglected when he was discovered in another resident’s vehicle on April 13.

“An affidavit filed by responding Portsmouth Police Officer Laura Purslow indicates she found the child outside the family’s residence wearing nothing but a diaper and socks in 43-degree weather. ‘His nose and mouth were covered in dried blood and his diaper was so full of feces that I could see it through the sides of his legs,’ Purslow said.

“Purslow states in the affidavit that during the time she was on the scene the mother made no
attempt to clean up the child or change his diaper. Hanscom, a married mother of two, characterizes the incident as an honest mistake. In a May interview with Foster’s Daily Democrat she expressed shock police are charging her in connection with the incident.

“‘It’s unfair … I’m a good mother. I’m not a bad person,’ Hanscom said in the May interview. Hanscom told Foster’s her son often acts out because he suffers from Von Willebrand disease, a type of hemophilia in which blood doesn’t clot normally. She said her son, Chad, can’t perform most physical activities, and she and her husband constantly have to remind him of that.

“He’s got von Willebrand” excuse for why a three year old needs to be strapped into his car seat for hours? Changing his diaper might make him bleed, apparently. I’ve been to some pretty poor places, and have seen some sad things, but this reminds me there are worst things than physical poverty. Intelligence poverty and emotional poverty trump anything I’ve seen in a third world slum. When a child has someone who truly loves him and feeds his soul, he can withstand just about any material hardship, including hemophilia.

Great Book I Just Read: The Lost City of Z by David Grann

This page-turner tells alternating parallel stories: of the heralded 1925 exploration to find “El Dorado” by British explorer Percy Fawcett in the tangled rain forests of the Amazon, and of the almost unknown 2005 quest by journalist David Grann to find Fawcett and unravel the mystery of his disappearance. Fawcett’s disappearance made headlines around the world, as he was not alone in believing that the dense and impenetrable Amazon held a glittering city of gold. “El Dorado” means “gold man.” Its legend grew as thousands had died looking for it already, and Sherlock Holmes’ author Conan Doyle wrote The Lost World, based on Fawcett’s previous (failed) explorations there.

What makes the story so amazing is that Fawcett seemed immune to whatever the Amazon could throw at him: malaria, bacterial infections, piranhas, lack of food, harsh conditions (it makes polar exploration look like a walk in the park!) and above all, hostile Indian tribes. No one ever learned definitely what became of Fawcett or his 25-year-old son who went with him, though Grann does a fine job wrapping things up at the end. Still, it’s not hard to see what might have happened. This is a great book. Fawcett still has thousands of fans worldwide, including Brad Pitt, who has bought the rights to make a movie of it. Count me in as a Fawcett fan, too. Four stars.

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