Baxter Lee Duddy
Baxter Lee Duddy was born September 27, 2010, in Fairhope, Al, to Zac and Brook (Blackmon) Duddy. Baxter was fearless and always had a BIG Smile on his face. He LOVED swimming, playing Hide and Seek, Cooking, Baking, watching YouTube kids, and shopping! Baxter loved other kids, especially babies, and never missed a chance to hold, kiss, or tickle them!
In March 2015, at four years old, Baxter came down with what we thought was a "stummy" bug, as he called them, but it was lingering longer than a normal one, so off to the pediatrician we went. He told us it was a gastrointestinal infection and to stay on top of fluids, rest, eat only the BRAT diet and prescribed him an anti-nausea medicine.
After a week, we went back to the pediatrician. This time, his doctor told me he had a sinus infection and that the post nasal drip was making him nauseous; he prescribed him an antibiotic and some more nausea medicine.
A week later, he still wasn't showing any signs of improvement, only more tiredness and vomiting, especially when waking up. I took him back to his pediatrician, who then said, well, it was a sinus infection that now had turned into a gastrointestinal infection.
He said to keep on the antibiotics and nausea medicine, and he would be back to normal in no time. A week later, I took Baxter back to the pediatrician and demanded blood work of any kind to try to rule out anything else. His doctor snarkily laughed at me and said he didn't understand why I would want to put him through that when it was just a bad sinus and gi infection but walked out, telling the nurse to make me happy. of course, we didn't want to put him through that, but something in my heart, my mother's intuition, was telling me that something was wrong. The nurse came in and took his labs, and a few minutes later, his doctor happily walked in and said that everything was perfect. And to give Baxter some time.
Two days later, after Baxter continued to worsen, his head was tilted, he was off-balance, and the headaches were getting worse. I sent my mom into the pediatrician's office so that maybe he would take her a little more seriously; she demanded to have the test done at the hospital, and he agreed and sent Baxter to Thomas Hospital in Fairhope, Al, to have more in-depth blood work. We rushed over there, happy we were finally going to get some answers as to why our four-year-old had been having horrible headaches, vomiting nonstop, sleeping constantly, and not eating.
That Thursday afternoon, the nurse with his pediatrician's office called and said that again, the blood work was perfect, stop all the antibiotics and that he would rebound soon. By Saturday, Baxter was completely off balance. We took him to my Uncle, the one and only Dr. Marvin Taylor, who has been retired for more than 20 years. He took one look at Bax, tested his reflexes, and said, "he has something in his brain. I am going to get him into a neurologist Monday," he made some phone calls and had us an appointment with Dr. Chalhub in Mobile for Monday at 1 pm. On Easter Sunday, Baxter's head was hurting so bad that he was sick every time he opened his eyes, and he could not stand up. Our hearts were breaking, he was hurting so bad, and we couldn't take the pain away. On Monday, Baxter woke up almost 100% himself; he didn't have a headache. He was laughing, talking, and eating. I remember calling my mom and saying maybe we were overreacting, maybe his little body was fighting a bad infection- I almost canceled the appointment.
Still, I decided it was best to go. We had barely made it into the room the nurse assigned Baxter when Dr. Chalhub rounded the corner. He stopped and looked at his nurse and said Women's and children's and tell them I have a patient coming over to for admittance, he is four years old, his name is Baxter Duddy" my heart dropped, and then I looked down at Baxter and realized he had his head titled again. We walked into the room, and Dr. Chalhub said that he couldn't say for sure what was in his brain but that there was something, and it was urgent that we figure out what. My mom and I loaded the boys up and headed straight to women's and children's at the University of South Alabama. Baxter was admitted and then sent down for a head CT scan. I was able to be in the room with him holding his hand, and at first, the nurses had smiles, but as I was watching them through the window, I see the first one's face drop and then heard the phone ring.
The male nurse walked in and said they need a few more images and that this time it would be with contrast to show them a little more. I remember everything he said because I kept repeating in my head that they were getting more images because there IS something there, there IS something in my baby's brain. Silent tears rolled down my face as I smiled at Baxter smiling back at me.
The male nurse told me we were in the best place for Baxter and that they would take great care of him. At 7:06 pm on April 6, 2015, as our family sat anxiously awaiting a doctor to enter at any time, the doctor walked into our room and asked everyone to step out. Zac and I stood there by the computer screen as they showed us this gray mass in the back of Baxter's brain.
They described it as the size of a grapefruit and that it had shifted his brain stem to the left, and that it was a miracle he was still alive. They immediately transferred him into the Pediatric Intensive Care Unit and said a neuro team was going over his case. After a night of no sleep and lots of questions and worry, the neurosurgeon arrived at 6:30 am.
We were thrown into the world of Childhood Cancer; our four-year-old son had a tumor at the base of his skull wrapped around his brainstem. Baxter underwent seven-hour emergency surgery to remove the tumor and have a drain placed for the excess spinal fluid built up. Bax did great through surgery and spent 15 days in the hospital doing physical and occupational therapy to learn to walk and swallow again; he did both!
We learned that the tumor was a grade 2 ependymoma, a rare brain tumor that does not respond to chemo, and the best chance is surgery and radiation. Baxter's postop MRI showed no evidence of disease. His treatment plan was 33 rounds of radiation to the tumor bed. Monday - Friday for six weeks, he would receive focal radiation to the tumor location under anesthesia- Bax had a PICC line placed to make that easier, but it meant no swimming, so that was a bummer for him. Baxter finished radiation June we celebrated with a waterslide for the whole family to enjoy 19, 2015. We thought Baxter had it beat; he had GREAT odds. We just wanted to keep living life as a "normal" family.
Fifteen months later, in July 2016, this ugly beast reared its head with two new tumors in his brain and 1 in his spine; it was then we knew that we were in for the long run and were going to have to fight with everything we have to keep our Boy. He had surgery to remove one of the brain tumors, the other was to hard to get to during surgery, and the spinal tumor on August 3, 2016, he was home just three days later, and went to Kindergarten on the FIRST day of school, August 23!
He didn't get to go to Kindergarten long because he started the Phase 1 IDO trial in Atlanta on September 6, 2016; Baxter began to the trial drug indoximod and then had 29 cranial spinal (full brain and spine) radiation treatments, he finished radiation on October 24 and started the chemo portion on November 1. We were able to come home the next day. Bax handled it all fairly well, but right after Christmas, he came down with a cold so we went back to Atlanta to go see his doctor. Once we got there he had spiked a temperature and because he was on chemo his counts were zero so he was admitted to the hospital with rhinovirus, a common cold for us. after a week long stay, they went ahead and did his routine MRI while he was still admitted, the tumor had not really changed much at all, if anything it was just a tiny bit smaller.
We took that as a win and celebrated New Year's Eve in the hospital with the good news! By this point, his chemo was decided to be reduced to half and after multiple transfusions and a week and a half stay, Baxter was able to come home! for the next few months, life was somewhat back to normal, Baxter was getting stronger, taking his trial medicine every day like a champ, and his hair was growing. Life was Good. Then God Blessed us with our sweet Cole Thomas, on July 27, 2017, a year and a day to the date we found out Baxter's cancer had returned.🙌🏼