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Monday, February 08, 2021

My arduous, lucky, and enlightening journey since my mother’s death from Huntington’s disease 15 years ago

 

February 13, 2021, will mark fifteen years since my mother Carol Serbin died in 2006 after a two-decade fight against Huntington’s disease. She was 68.

 

Recalling her struggles and taking stock of my own predicament as an HD gene carrier have stirred me to reflect on my arduous, lucky, and enlightening journey since her death. Greater maturity and experience have also afforded me a deeper perspective on the HD cause as a whole.

 

My mother was diagnosed with HD in 1995, just two years after the discovery of the huntingtin gene. That breakthrough permitted the development of a genetic test confirming passage of the disease from one generation to the next. However, in retrospect, her symptoms probably had begun in the late 1980s, when she was in her late 40s.

 

The arduous years

 

Given Carol’s inexorable physical, cognitive, and emotional decline and the lack of treatments, in July 2005 my “HD warrior” caregiver father Paul Serbin sadly concluded that she needed 24/7 care in a nursing home.

 

Her move to the nursing facility greatly eased the caregiving burden on my father, although he faithfully visited her daily, still spoon-feeding her as he had done at home.

 

It also freed him to travel from their home state of Ohio to spend Thanksgiving of 2005 with my wife Regina, our five-year-old daughter Bianca, and me at our place in San Diego.

 

“I didn’t know how much I loved your mother until these past few years, taking care of her and seeing how much she has lost,” my usually stoic father confided in me.

 

Paul Serbin pushing Carol Serbin in wheelchair (photo by Gene Veritas, aka Kenneth P. Serbin)

 

From my standpoint, my mother was descending into an HD hell. Psychologically, this became the roughest period of my life. Not only was she was dying. I, too, had tested positive for the HD gene in 1999, so watching her decline was like “looking into the genetic mirror” that reflected my own future.

 

After my mother steadily lost the ability to swallow, in January 2006 I helped my father make the wrenching decision not to approve a feeding tube, which would at best have prolonged her physical life but left her bedridden, unable to communicate.

 

On the weekend of January 28-29, 2006, with my mother in hospice care at the nursing home, I flew to Ohio to visit her for what I knew could be the last time. With almost indescribable emotion, I said good-bye to my mother and, once again, gazed into the genetic mirror. This time it revealed a practically lifeless individual, barely able to move and unable to speak (click here to read more).

 

After that visit, and then learning that she had died in her sleep the morning of Monday, February 13, 2006, I felt utterly distraught about my gene-positive status.

 

In the months after her passing, I felt so terrified about getting HD that I began to act out some of the disease’s physical symptoms in front of my wife and daughter. I could not write anything in this blog for eight months.

 

My father, suffering his own severe cognitive loss likely accelerated by the loss of his wife, died on September 25, 2009, with a broken heart.

 

Tons of luck, and some positive strategies

 

I have now been without parents so long that memories of them feel like a distant past.

 

At 61, still without any apparent symptoms of HD, I feel extremely lucky. Each moment of good health is a blessing.

 

I have practiced personal and social enrichment, which scientists have recommended.

 

I have the benefit of a stable, good-paying job. Also, as the centrality of my parents faded, my roles as husband and father became paramount. Bianca became the center of our lives. Regina’s and Bianca’s love and support have proved crucial.

 

Also, because Bianca tested negative for HD in the womb, we have averted enormous health, financial, and psychological burdens (click here to read more).

 


The Serbin Family Team of the 2014 HDSA-San Diego Team Hope Walk: from left to right, Dory Bertics, Bianca Serbin, Jane Rappoport, Gary Boggs, Yi Sun, Kenneth Serbin, Regina Serbin, and Allan Rappoport (photo by Bob Walker)

 

I also exercise regularly, meditate daily, take medications to control depression and anxiety, and have a solid, long-term relationship with a psychotherapist.

 

I cannot be sure whether any of these things have staved off HD, but they generally bolster health.

 

Significantly, scientists have discovered very powerful explanations for why I am might have stayed asymptomatic so long: genetic factors, including modifier genes, that delay disease onset.

 

Gaining enlightenment about HD

 

Becoming enlightened about HD research and building bonds with scientists have reinforced both my advocacy and personal enrichment.

 

As a college professor, HD advocate, and explainer of the science ­– both in this blog and in interviews with researchers – I have had a privileged window on the quest for treatments. I have thoroughly enjoyed this work.

 

Moreover, I have gained great satisfaction in encouraging HD families to participate in research studies, platforms like Enroll-HD, and clinical trials.

 

Witnessing the progress towards treatments has also boosted my hope to participate someday in an HD clinical trial and, ultimately, enjoy the benefits of the first wave of effective treatments.

 

Overall, I believe that becoming enlightened about HD has helped me become a better person.

 

Pride

 

My devout Catholic parents – when I was a child, my father especially had hoped that I would become a priest – would have been especially proud of my family’s participation in #HDdennomore, Pope Francis’ special audience with the Huntington’s community in Rome in May 2017.

 

The pope declared HD to be “hidden no more” from the world.

 

I presented Pope Francis with a framed photo of my parents, well-dressed and smiling in a formal pose, taken after my mother had already been diagnosed with HD.

 

“My mother died of Huntington’s,” I told the Pope in his native tongue of Spanish. “My father cared for her for 20 years.”

 

In September 2017, I gave a presentation on #HDdennomore at my workplace, the University of San Diego. In February 2020, just before the COVID-19 crisis hit, I organized a screening of the poignant documentary on the papal audience, Dancing at the Vatican. It was well-attended by members of the local HD community.

 

Pope Francis displayed great love and mercy for our community.

 

Photo of Paul and Carol Serbin presented to Pope Francis by Kenneth Serbin, May 18, 2017. Photo taken shortly after Carol's diagnosis for Huntington's disease in 1995 (family photo).

 

Tributes, and imagining a world without HD

 

In many ways, since its inception sixteen years ago in January 2005, this blog has paid tribute to my parents. I have also honored the lives of other HD-affected people who valiantly fought against the disease such as Steve Topper and Harriet Hartl.

 

In these years since my mother’s departure, I have often wondered what our lives would have been like without the scourge of HD. This April 30, my mother would have turned 84 – within a plausible lifespan nowadays.

 

How wonderful it would have been had my mother – who could not interact with Bianca as a baby and toddler – been able to see her granddaughter reach college and to see Regina and me next year mark 30 years of marriage.

 

I can forge the greatest of tributes to my parents by continuing to nurture my health and hopefully secure a longer life so that I can grow old with Regina and see Bianca go out into the world.

 

When we learned of my mother’s diagnosis in 1995, there was no real hope of an HD treatment. However, since her death, research and the advent of clinical trials have brought unprecedented hope. As we’ve seen in response to the coronavirus pandemic, science can make great strides.

 

In unison with others, I can honor my parents by renewing the fight for Huntington's treatments so that thousands of families around the world can be freed from witnessing loved ones die early deaths.

Sunday, March 15, 2020

In times of crisis, Huntington’s and other chronic disease communities provide examples of fortitude


For individuals and families facing Huntington’s and other chronic diseases, daily living often seems like nonstop crisis. These communities, including selfless caregivers, have demonstrated great fortitude.

The current coronavirus pandemic adds another giant, unknown layer to the kind of challenges and suffering many in these communities are already accustomed to.

The country’s reaction to the pandemic and the shutdown of daily routines starkly reminded me of the national climate in the months following the September 11, 2001, terrorist attacks on New York City and Washington, D.C. Resulting in 3,000 deaths, 9/11 led to a temporary grounding of all domestic flights, the fear of subsequent attacks (including nuclear), and panic regarding other, unrelated terrorist threats such as the deliberate spread of highly dangerous anthrax bacteria. The economy also suffered serious long-term effects.

Members of the San Diego Chapter of the Huntington’s Disease Society of America (HDSA), in the bewildering days after 9/11, held a previously planned fundraiser and got ready to hold its first Celebration of Hope Gala.

With so many other, urgent demands on potential donors, we feared people might not remember our needs.

Later that fall, in an editorial in Conquest, our chapter newsletter, I wrote the following:

On September 20, less than two weeks after the crisis, members of the public and local organizations participated in the Third Annual Indy Go-Kart Challenge to raise funds for the cure of HD. Then, on October 11, the one-month anniversary of the attack, several hundred San Diegans took part in the Celebration of Hope Dinner to assist the Center of Excellence for Family Services and Research at the University of California, San Diego. We raised tens of thousands of dollars at these events. Elsewhere in the country other HDSA events went on as planned.

In this manner HDSA and its supporters have sent a resounding message that generosity and compassion are far stronger than the hateful politics of terror. We will move ahead, no matter what the odds are against us. This is the American spirit.

Unprecedented impact on daily life

So far, the coronavirus pandemic has had an unprecedented impact on the United States, with schools, universities, and many other institutions closing or switching to remote, online operations. As of March 15, at least 65 people had died in the U.S., with worst-case scenarios projecting 200,000 to 1.7 million deaths.

The pandemic has changed my workplace unlike any earlier tragedy. After 9/11, no classes were cancelled by my employer, the University of San Diego (USD). In 2003, the devastating Cedar Fire in San Diego County left 15 dead, destroyed 2,820 buildings, and charred more than 280,000 acres. In response, USD shut down for just two weeks and finished the semester normally, with everybody back on campus.

Now, because of the virus, USD has cancelled classes this week and will finish the semester (eight more weeks, plus final exams) online. The University of Pennsylvania, where my HD-free daughter Bianca studies, will do the same. My wife and I are worried that Bianca will not be able to make it home in time before potential travel restrictions.

Each hour, we learn of more victims of the virus and further curtailment of life as we know it.

Impact on the HD community

The global crisis has also impacted the mission of HDSA and individual HD families.

On March 13, HDSA CEO Louise Vetter sent an e-mail to “friends of HDSA” announcing that the organization “holds the well-being of our families, volunteers and staff as our top priority” and will therefore postpone “ALL local HDSA events (educational & fundraising) nationwide” until April 30. That complies with public health recommendations to curtail public gatherings to slow the spread of the coronavirus.

According to Vetter, HDSA still plans to hold its 35th Annual Convention in New Orleans, June 4-6, but will continue to follow the guidance from the Centers for Disease Control, World Health Organization, and state and local health agencies.

HDSA’s national headquarters in New York City is closed. However, the entire staff is working remotely and has the resources “to continue the uninterrupted support of our mission during this time,” Vetter assured.

The Huntington’s Disease Youth Organization postponed its May 2020 international congress in Glasgow, Scotland, to March 2021.

I have accepted an invitation to deliver the keynote address at the 37th National Conference of the Huntington Society of Canada in November, but have been told to hold off on reserving flights until the pandemic’s long-term effects become clear.

Visiting the afflicted

For one HD community member and blogger, Mandi, 33, the pandemic meant that on March 12 she could not visit her 58-year-old HD-stricken father, Danny, at the Missouri nursing home where he resides.

“They are locking all doors for the safety of people there,” wrote Mandi, a dedicated caregiver and herself at risk, but untested, for HD. “Was my first reaction sad I couldn’t see my dad? Sure, but I immediately checked myself. I realized my own selfish want to see my dad was tiny in comparison to keeping the people in the nursing home safe because who knew if I was a carrier since you can have it for over a week and not show symptoms.”

Mandi pointed out how the nursing home’s restriction is “terrifying for those of us with possibilities of losing family.” She wants “to do everything in my power to protect him as I always have.”

However, she concluded: “Until we really know what we are dealing with let’s just take the precautions seriously.”


Danny (left) and Mandi (family photo)

Especially resilient

With the coronavirus pandemic, the world can learn from the example of the HD community and our generous supporters.

We in the HD community, and other neurological disease groups, face relentless adversity. HD grinds down the brain, leaving the affected like my late mother unable to walk, talk, or care for themselves. Caregivers like Mandi and my late father are true “HD warriors.” 

However, because of this, we have developed a very realistic view of life.

“We are all in a race to death, but people at risk for life-shortening diseases know that their time to the finish line is painfully fast and troubled,” I wrote in 2009 in an article titled “HD: hurtling towards death.”

At the same time, we also have a special appreciation for the “preciousness of life.”

Confronting HD makes us especially resilient. I am hopeful that the HD community will successfully meet the challenges of the coronavirus pandemic and, as in facing past challenges, become even stronger.

Tuesday, February 28, 2017

Staying when the Chargers leave: a leading Huntington’s disease advocate sets a gutsy, loving example

After the San Diego Chargers’ recently announced move to Los Angeles, team public relations director and Huntington’s disease advocate Bill Johnston made a gutsy, loving decision: after 38 years with the Chargers, he will quit so that his HD-afflicted wife Ramona can stay at the highly-regarded San Diego nursing home where’s she spent the last decade.

Bill made his decision after thoroughly researching nursing homes in Orange County, which is much closer to the Chargers’ new Los Angeles headquarters than San Diego County. He visited seven facilities, paying special attention to their ability to conscientiously care for someone with HD. As the HD community is all too painfully aware, such facilities often provide poor care.

Bill did not find what he wanted. He opted for Ramona to remain at Edgemoor Hospital in Santee, located next to San Diego. A public nursing home, Edgemoor has cared for dozens of Huntington’s patients over the past several decades.

“Everybody would make the same decision I am making if they were in my shoes,” Bill told the San Diego Union-Tribune. “It’s just the situation I find myself in.”

Bill awakes at 4:55 a.m. daily and visits Ramona at Edgemoor before heading to work. She was diagnosed with HD in 1999 but had showed symptoms earlier. She is now in the late stages of the disease, confined to a wheelchair and unable to care for herself. The native San Diego couple met in high school and married in 1983.

“She can’t talk anymore, but she’ll make some sounds,” Bill told the Union-Tribune. “Sometimes, I think she’s trying to say my name. Maybe it’s just wishful thinking.”


The Johnston team at the 2014 Rock-n-Roll Marathon raising funds and awareness for the Huntington's Disease Society of America. Bill has his arm around Ramona, in wheelchair. Daughter Hayley stands directly behind Bill (photo by Andrew McClanahan/PhotoRun.net)

‘I’ll always do what I can’

By interrupting his career and staying in San Diego, Bill is rolling with one of the many punches thrown by HD. His son Jared, 31, tested negative for HD. Daughter Hayley, 28, remains untested; she has a 50-50 chance of having inherited the HD genetic defect from Ramona.

Other HD families have adapted their lives dramatically to meet similar challenges. In my family, my mother died of HD, and I carry the gene. Since my mother’s diagnosis in 1995, HD has frequently dominated my family’s life. Fortunately, our daughter tested negative and is today a healthy teenager.

Bill’s situation reminded me of my own. In 2007, in a wrenching, career-changing decision, I turned down a major job offer in Miami to remain in California, a biotech state with crucial public support for stem cell research. California also has HD-involved companies such as Ionis Pharmaceuticals, Inc., which is currently running a historic Phase I clinical trial of a gene-silencing drug. Most important, remaining in California allowed my wife to keep her relatively well-paying teaching job and pension, our financial lifeline if I become disabled.

I had also bonded with Bill and many other members of the San Diego Chapter of the Huntington’s Disease Society of America (HDSA-San Diego). Through chapter events, Bill and his family have raised nearly $3 million for HDSA. Their leadership and fortitude have inspired people in the local HD community and beyond.

In response to my e-mail query about his plans for future advocacy, Bill wrote: “I’ll always do what I can.”

“Bill has been a ‘tour de force’ in advocating for the HD community in San Diego and nationally,” HDSA-San Diego president Beth Hoffman, Ph.D., wrote in an e-mail. “Bill has tremendous energy and passion, and brings wonderful and new ideas to our fundraising efforts. He’s always been there to drive the chapter’s success. We are thrilled that Bill will remain in San Diego and look forward to expanding our efforts towards the HDSA mission with him.”

“I am not surprised by Bill's decision to stay,” long-time HDSA-San Diego board member Misty Daniel wrote. “His dedication to Ramona and our HD community has never faltered over the years. Bill's decision to stay reaffirms what most HD families know: that family truly is everything.”


Ramona with Chargers star and HDSA supporter Antonio Gates at the 2007 Celebration of Hope Gala (photo by Gene Veritas)

Change means new opportunities

After 56 seasons in San Diego, the Chargers’ departure angered local football fans and civic leaders. “The Los Angeles Judases have betrayed us for 30 pieces of silver,” wrote Union-Tribune sports columnist Nick Canepa, who is also a member of HDSA-San Diego’s advisory board, in reference to the move

The team’s’ exit has also posed a huge challenge for HDSA. Bill’s involvement since 1999 added the team’s high-profile pro-football brand to most major fundraising events, including the chapter's annual gala. For years, HDSA-San Diego board meetings took place at Chargers’ headquarters, and team owner Dean Spanos allowed use of that facility for fundraisers. In 2003, Spanos and his wife Susie received HDSA’s Harold Leventhal Community Service Award at a dinner in New York City.

However, Bill’s decision to remain has helped offset the feelings of desertion resulting from the Chargers’ move. His connections, creativity, and dedication will help the chapter strike out in new directions. As Bill has always made clear, he’s also in this fight for Hayley – and for all families affected by HD.


Bill and Hayley Johnston exchange ideas at an HDSA-San Diego event in May 2016 (photo by Gene Veritas).

Over the years, other chapter members and even Bill himself recognized the danger of relying too heavily on the Chargers. As a result, the chapter has strived to diversify its sponsor and donor base.

The Chargers’ exodus might also provide unforeseen benefits such as distancing HDSA-San Diego from the uncomfortable connection to a sport now linked to brain diseases similar to HD.

“The Chargers organization has been stellar in its support,” Dr. Hoffman wrote, noting the chapter’s gratitude for the players’ “enthusiastic participation” at fundraisers. “We will miss our Chargers.

“That said, the HDSA-San Diego board and all of our wonderful volunteers are hard at work attracting sponsors and making our events even more exciting. Whenever there are changes, there are new opportunities. Our job is to find and leverage these opportunities to their maximum potential.”

Monday, February 08, 2016

The little things that are really big: caregiving in families with Huntington’s disease


The everyday kindness of the back roads more than makes up for the agony of the headlines – Charles Kuralt

As a member of a Huntington’s disease family, I have become deeply familiar with the common yet often unheralded human practice of caregiving.

My “HD warrior” father Paul Serbin cared for my HD-stricken mother Carol for more than a decade.

My mother died ten years ago this week. Her passing sent me into a months-long dual spiral of anxiety and depression: I had inherited the HD gene from her, and seeing her demise provided a portent of my own future (click here to read more).

Because of the inevitability of HD onset, I know that I too will require caregiving.

Furthermore, as a father, I’ve spent the past fifteen years helping my wife Regina raise our daughter Bianca, a special form of caregiving. Bianca tested negative in the womb, thus avoiding the specter of juvenile Huntington’s. As we teach her to drive and begin discussions about college, our role as parents becomes both more rewarding yet more complex.

Three weeks ago, the balance shifted, as Bianca and I became temporary caregivers for Regina: she underwent an operation to repair a torn rotator cuff and must keep her right arm in a sling for at least six weeks.

Completely interdependent

Caregiving is about all of the little – but really big – things we humans do for each other.

It’s how families, hospitals, and nursing homes run.

We are completely interdependent.

As we’ve helped Regina over the past several weeks, the meaning of caregiving has become ever more clear to me.

It involves small but important tasks: bathing her, spraying on deodorant, buttoning her shirt, adjusting her sling, driving her to doctor’s and physical therapy appointments, taking over her share of car pool duties, providing assistance in the kitchen, exercising her disabled arm – these and many more tasks have highlighted for me the importance of caregiving, taught me to be more sensitive to Regina’s needs, and reminded me of what’s most important in life.

Despite a busy high school life, Bianca has helped out, too.

It’s brought us closer together.


Bianca (left), Regina, and Kenneth Serbin (aka Gene Veritas) (photo by Bianca Serbin)

Valid and important emotions

I’m certainly no saint. I’ve done my share of grumbling! And sometimes I feel overwhelmed.

As I’ve learned from news items posted on Facebook HD discussion pages, caregiving experts say it’s okay to experience feelings associated with caregiving such as anger, boredom, frustration, and impatience.

“Whether you become a caregiver gradually or all of sudden due to a crisis, or whether you are a caregiver willingly or by default, many emotions surface when you take on the job of caregiving,” a recent article at Dementia Today states. “Some of these feelings happen right away and some don’t surface until you have been caregiving for awhile. Whatever your situation, it is important to remember that you, too, are important. All of your emotions, good and bad, about caregiving are not only allowed, but valid and important.”

As another article suggests, caregivers need to face emotions directly, find healthy ways to release anger, share feelings with close friends, and take breaks to pursue enjoyment.

These recommendations can apply to short-term caregiving situations such as recovery from an operation but also to long-term situations involving HD, Alzheimer’s disease, and other afflictions.

Overlooked and undervalued

Until my mother went into a nursing home in the final months of her life, my father cared for my mother’s daily needs with the assistance of a professional caregiver who visited their home a few hours each week. He helped her in the bathroom, fed her, and pushed her wheelchair.

She was the love of his life. He was stubborn about accepting more help at home and getting her physical therapy, but each day he climbed with her into the HD trenches.

Not once did I hear him complain. Maybe he should have!

In our celebritocracy, such dedication goes unrecognized. Each year family caregivers are estimated to provide the equivalent of nearly half a trillion dollars in unpaid care.

In America, care and caregiving are “overlooked and undervalued,” writes Zachary White, Ph.D., the author of the blog The Unprepared Caregiver.

Unlike highly valued, professional jobs, informal caregiving isnt considered a career.

“Parents and relatives and friends won’t be able to brag about your experiences.” Dr. White writes. “There are no ‘schools’ of informal caregiving no Harvard or Stanford to use as a guiding goal from which others can respect and admire. Others may speak highly of your role and your efforts, but it begins and ends there.”

While taking care of loved ones, members of the HD and other neurological disease communities have long advocated for better caregiver assistance and nursing home care including disease-specific instruction for health aides. These will remain daunting challenges for the foreseeable future.

Preemptive caregiving

I believe that Regina’s devotion to me and our family is a big reason why I’ve passed my mother’s age of HD onset. She helps provide for the family by working as a full-time elementary school teacher; she sees to it that Bianca and I eat healthily; and she supports my HD advocacy.

She has done a lot of preemptive caregiving.

Caring for Regina during her recovery and remembering my mother’s struggles with Huntington’s have led me to reflect on my future caregiving needs.

As I race against the genetic clock and await the development of treatments for this incurable disorder and a health care system more responsive to those with brain diseases, I want to avoid becoming a burden on my family.

By maintaining good health in the present, I can perhaps reduce that future burden.

However, I know that, for each HD family, this is uncharted territory. We can forge ahead by caring for our our family members – and for the larger community.

Thursday, April 17, 2014

Woody Guthrie, Huntington’s disease, and our duty to improve caregiving

By revisiting the huge, long-abandoned New Jersey mental hospital where radical songwriter and performer Woody Guthrie struggled for five years with the symptoms of Huntington’s disease, photographer and author Phillip Buehler provides us with a valuable new perspective on the crisis in care for people disabled by neurological disorders.

In Woody Guthrie’s Wardy Forty: Greystone Park State Hospital Revisited (Woody Guthrie Publications, Inc., 2013, 162 pages), Buehler, a specialist on derelict buildings, captures the rooms, corridors, and grounds of the psychiatric facility that housed Guthrie between 1956 and 1961. It had over 6,000 patients and had some 2,000 employees at its height in the 1960s.

A companion volume, Woody Guthrie’s Wardy Forty: The Interviews, provides background from those who knew Guthrie or are involved in the campaign against Huntington’s. (Click here to purchase the books.)


Woody Guthrie (above) and the new books about his time at Greystone Park State Hospital (below) (photos from www.woodyguthrie.org)



Utterly debilitated and unable to speak, Woodrow Wilson Guthrie, the composer of “This Land is Your Land,” died of Huntington’s at Creedmoor State Hospital in Queens, NY, in October 1967 at the age of 55.

Today the United States has an estimated 5.4 million Alzheimer’s disease patients, and an additional 14.9 million family members and friends cope with the disease as caregivers or in other ways. About one million people suffer from Parkinson’s disease.

Huntington’s disease (HD) patients number 30,000, with an additional 150,000-250,000 at risk. The government classified HD as an “orphan,” or rare, disease because of the relatively small number of people affected (fewer than 200,000). Numerous other disorders have similar symptoms. By mid-century, as many as 120 million people worldwide will suffer from dementia.

The world must shoulder a massive caregiving burden. Most people affected by such illnesses will require care ranging from in-home assistance to admission to a nursing home.

While researchers have made strides studying the symptoms, causes, and treatment of these conditions, caregiving has not advanced. Professional caregivers typically earn very low wages and receive little training. Even many doctors cannot properly diagnose rare disorders such as HD.

“Long term care remains a scandal in the United States,” Alice Wexler, Ph.D., a board member of the HD-related Hereditary Disease Foundation and author of two books on the disease, writes in a brief history of the disease included in Buehler’s book. “Persons living with HD and their loved ones – and all those with chronic neurodegenerative and psychiatric illnesses – still struggle mightily to find appropriate and affordable support and care, at home while they are still able, in facilities when they are not.”

In a case that shocked the HD community, in May 2013 a 49-year-old, late-stage HD patient was allegedly strangled in an Oregon nursing home by another patient whom police described as suffering from “severe dementia.”

To complicate matters further, the Genetic Information Nondiscrimination Act does not provide protection to people seeking life, disability, and long-term care insurance. Thus, as genetic testing, including full DNA sequencing, promises to become ubiquitous, people run the risk of not getting the coverage they will most need as they live ever longer lives. Only three states (California, Oregon, and Vermont) prohibit this type of discrimination.

Lives instantly transformed

My own family has struggled with Huntington’s disease since the late 1980s, when my mother Carol Serbin started having strange swings in mood. A few years later, she developed chorea, the involuntary movements most Huntington’s sufferers develop, causing some to appear as if they are dancing.

Nobody in the family understood what was wrong until in 1995 a neurologist suspected Huntington’s. Just two years before, researchers had concluded a two-decade quest to find the disease-causing gene, which they called “huntingtin,” like the disease named for the American physician George Huntington.

In 1872, Dr. Huntington published an article describing HD’s symptoms and definitively establishing it as a genetically transmitted condition. Everybody has this gene, which is essential for life, but when it expands beyond its normal size, it causes brain cells to die. The discovery of the gene allowed for a definitive test for the disease, though, unfortunately, science has yet to provide effective treatments, much less a cure.

Receiving the news of my mother’s diagnosis the day after Christmas 1995, my wife Regina and I saw our lives transformed before us in an instant. With no treatment or cure, HD was fatal. All children of an affected parent had a 50-50 of inheriting the condition. Most people experience disease onset between the ages of 30 and 50, and everybody with a certain degree of gene expansion or greater will develop the condition.

My mother’s diagnosis and the fear that I might carry the genetic expansion compelled me to fight back in any way I could. Regina and I immediately started attending the local support group of the Huntington’s Disease Society of America (HDSA), and I became an HDSA advocate.

I began writing about my experiences in this blog. Because of fear of genetic discrimination, until recently, I performed all of this behind the scenes, for example writing under a pseudonym, Gene Veritas.

The fear that I carried the mutation led Regina and me to postpone starting a family. By 1999, however, we agreed to try. First, I decided to get tested. I was especially worried about transmitting the mutation, because sometimes men pass on an even longer expansion, resulting in an early-onset form known as juvenile Huntington’s.

Our worst fears were confirmed: I had the same expansion as my mother and would likely develop the disease in my forties or fifties.

We then embarked on the most difficult decision of our lives: the testing of our daughter in the womb (so-called preimplantation genetic diagnosis was not yet available). After weeks of waiting for the results, we received the happiest news of our lives: our “miracle baby” was HD-free! Today Bianca is a thriving middle school student.

The genetic mirror

Throughout this period, I juggled my roles as college professor, father and husband, and Huntington’s disease advocate – all while watching my mother’s inexorable decline. In addition to her psychiatric symptoms and chorea, she suffered from the third manifestation of the HD triad: cognitive loss and dementia.

“Each encounter with my mom became a view into a nightmarish genetic mirror,” I wrote to a physician friend who included my story anonymously in a September 2005 Washington Post article on HD. “I watched her body jerk, head bob, and fingers fret. One night I found her wandering around our house confused and half naked. Within a year she lost most of her capacity to speak. She ate clumsily with her hands.”

Around that time, because my “HD warrior” and caregiver father Paul could no longer care for my mother at home, he placed her in a nursing home. She died quietly in her sleep in February 2006, at 68.


Paul and Carol Serbin (photo by Gene Veritas)

Finally seeing the beauty

Following Guthrie through the pages of Buehler’s books, I was prompted to reflect on my relationship with my mother as she struggled with HD as well as on how our system of caregiving must improve.

Disease communities are used to emphasizing the devastation of the their particular conditions. The devastation is real. But there is more to the person than the illness. I regret not having the emotional strength and presence of mind to have seen my mother more as a person and less as a mind and body racked by the symptoms of Huntingons. Because I had tested positive for the mutation, often my fear of HD kept me from sitting down with her and attempting to converse, I once wrote.

In the Foreword to The Interviews, Guthries daughter Nora recalls her own hesitancy as a 15-year-old to reach out to her father and how she ultimately learned to appreciate the man who, despite HD, understood his daughters feelings, a man who possessed twinkling eyes and a mischievous grin, releasing us all to live our own lives completely and wonderfully, taking each day and each situation as it comes. Her father lived with this disease, but he never became Huntingtons disease.

As I turn these pages, I can finally see a beauty that has taken me over fifty years to recognize, Nora writes of Buehlers photographs of the hospital where she, her mother Marjorie, and brothers Arlo and Joady visited Guthrie on the weekends and held picnics on the lawn, the children often playing in a large tree their father dubbed the magicky tree. These images are merely ruins, the gross leftovers, the little pieces, chipped and peeling fragments of a life felt and lived so vividly and boldly.

Discrimination and misdiagnosis

The Guthries story became my familys story, too. I remembered how I had travelled from my home in San Diego to visit my mother in the nursing home in suburban Cleveland shortly before she died. She shared a room with a woman paralyzed from the neck down. The attendants tried to feed my mother but didnt give her much more than a few spoonfuls before quitting. Always patient, my father had done a better job of feeding her when she was still at home. He would feed her once a day at the nursing home, too. Still, she was losing energy, slowly slipping towards death.

As the books recount, Guthrie faced the kind of discrimination still faced by HD people today: police officers and member of the general public often believe that HD people are drunk. In 1956, Guthrie was picked up by New Jersey state troopers, who thought he was a vagrant. Only after a phone call from a friend did the troopers comprehend that he needed medical attention.

At first, the medical personnel at Greystone refused to believe Guthries claims to have written thousands of songs. Instead, they described him as delusional and diagnosed him as a paranoid schizophrenic. HD is frequently misdiagnosed, in part because many doctors have little or no knowledge of the disease.

Paranoid schizophrenia was a very common misdiagnosis as were others including Parkinsons disease, Alzheimers, all kinds of psychiatric illnesses and people were just locked away, says Dr. Michael Hayden, a world-renowned HD expert and leader in the quest for treatments, in an interview with Buehler.

It took years to discover the cause of my mothers difficulties. She, too, had received different diagnoses, and some of her doctors seemed indifferent or unwilling to get her to the right specialist. At first she was put on Haldol, an anti-psychotic also used to try to control chorea in HD. I quickly learned, however, that neurologists who understood HD avoided Haldol because of negative side effects, so we got her off of it as quickly as possible.

A difficult environment

The first two images in Buehlers work are Guthries Greystone intake photographs, which Buehler found in the basement of the admissions building, shown on the next page in a recent shot by the author. Later we come across Guthries bed in Ward 18 of the clinic building.


Images of Greystone Park State Hospital and a letter written there by Woody Guthrie (photos from www.woodyguthrie.org)

I remember one time walking through the entire ward with beds lined on both sides to get to my fathers bed at the very end, Nora recalls in the accompanying text. The walk seemed to take forever. All around us were strange people yelling, talking to themselves, uninhibited or somber.

Ive learned that most HD patients are mixed in with individuals with other conditions in facilities where personnel have little, if any, knowledge of HD. HD family members must often educate health personnel about the disease. Perhaps my mother would have lived longer had there been a nursing home with appropriate enrichment activities for her condition.

Guthrie lived most of the time in Ward 40, which, with his typical mirth, he nicknamed Wardy Forty, as in the 1956 letter that appears in the book. Although HD by this time had robbed Guthrie of his ability to play guitar, he continued to write frequently, although ever less legibly.

My mother was always in charge of balancing the family checkbook and writing Christmas cards. For a while after HD struck, she continued these activities. She used a ruler to make perfectly straight lines on which to write addresses. She eventually lost the ability to write.

A caregivers dedication

In a 1956 play titled My Forsaken Bibel [sic], written at Greystone, Guthrie responds to a friends question about how he inherited HD from his mother: Hit my mother Nora Belle when she was about 40. Made her just go into such violent fits and such violent kinds of spasms that, well, she just wreckd [sic] and just wracked every single house we did live in. My cardiographer over yonder in Brooklyn just told me my mothers chorea sorta passled [sic] on to me here. Nora Belle died in an Oklahoma mental hospital in 1929.

My mother loved to sew. I remember the Halloween costumes and other clothing she made for me. One day she just stopped. She left scores of patterns unused. Like Guthrie, I love writing. I have already passed my mothers age of onset. How much longer before HD erodes my ability to express myself? Will I need to go into a nursing home? Will a treatment be found?

Marjorie loved and cared for Guthrie despite the fact that they had separated about a decade earlier because of strains over the disease. They eventually divorced. Near the end of Wardy Forty, Buehler places photographs of the couple at her Queens home, where she would take her husband for visits.

She stripped him of his clothes and scrubbed him in the bath, sprinkling him with talcum powder and singing, 'Doesnt he smell sweet now!' Nora recalls in the accompanying text. She would wash and iron his clothes, sew up the tears, and dress him like a mother dressing her child for a first day of school.

Once my father, daughter, and I went with my mother to a park. My mother needed to use the rest room. We had to lift her from her wheelchair and maneuver her clumsy and unresponsive body into the stall. It was like moving dead weight. She nearly fell. When she was finished, we had to repeat the process in reverse. Later, in her final months of life in the nursing home, my father visited her every day. Dejected by her death, his own dementia worsened dramatically. A year after she died, he started taking a large, beautiful, framed picture of her wherever he went, including restaurants. In 2009 he, too, died in a nursing home

Time to stop throwing away people

The final two images of Buehlers book are of Guthries Greystone discharge photos from April 1961, which contrast with the 1956 frontal intake photo. Initially, Guthrie looks into the camera. His expression is sad, but he appears relatively healthy. Upon discharge, however, he casts his eyes downward, typical of the difficulty HD-affected individuals have with visual focus. He appears to have lost much weight.

Arlo was 19 when his father died. That same year, he released the song Alices Restaurant, a protest of the Vietnam War draft. In 1969 he starred in the Hollywood movie based on the song and performed at the Woodstock Festival. Arlo himself never tested for HD and has not shown symptoms.

In Wardy Forty, Arlo has a strong message about Greystone and its residents: These places were built so that they wouldnt be a burden on society. You could throw away your odd child, put him in one of these towns, almost like sending people to Australia from England years ago. Penal colonies. And so its no wonder why they ended up in this sort of notoriously bad scene. They were set up from the very beginning to be away from the world, and not be part of it. Greystone is a real monument to that.

The idea behind Greystone still largely governs our outlook on care for the neurologically disabled.

People across the country are acting to correct the situation. Maria Shriver and former Supreme Court Justice Sandra Day OConnor both lost loved ones to Alzheimers have warned the public of the Alzheimers tsunami about to hit America.

In Vermont, HD activists successfully advocated for state laws preventing inappropriate transfers of nursing facility residents and requiring public assistance for home-based and community-based care. At the national level, HDSA is pressuring Congress and the Social Security Administration to update long-outdated and inaccurate disability criteria for HD and to waive the two-year waiting period for patients to receive Medicare benefits.

Responding to press reports of corruption and abuses and requests from advocates, California state legislators in January announced twelve bills aimed at addressing the inadequate care in the state’s assisted living facilities and nursing homes.

Indeed, the time has come to develop a more compassionate society by valuing both the person cared for and the caregiver.