Monday, July 4, 2011

A gift from Jesse

I would like to thank everyone who has donated time, money, etc. in Jesse's name to various charities, organizations, benefits, schools, etc. It means very much to me.
Ed L.
And here is a gift to all from Jesse.

TIMELESS

The old ocean gray hat,with its soft veil and hatpin

Left over from a hundred years past
It crowns the pale face touched with light rouge;
A face not old, with the creases of thought,
Nor young with the image of naivete
Completely awash with knowledge and understanding.

Fire dances in the hearth
Reflecting off a silver tea set
Laid out in front of her like jewels for a queen
The embossing, weathered gold, glints faintly off rows and rows of dark
book bindings.

Silently, that face turns to me.
Just a tiny move performed with such grace.
Then the smile, a smile so perfect, so indescribable,
Warm as autumn sunlight, yet soft as dark velvet night;
Comprehending my every thought
And soothing every worry.

Through the many distorted panes
Comes a failing November light
If adds to the image, just the touch of another dark color
to the antique rainbow framing the timeless face.

I turn away, attending to the infinite list of life.
And in that moment, as in every other moment following,
She is gone
The smile, the face with all its grace,
And the image is incomplete.

Jesse Lopata

Saturday, February 12, 2011

Relay for Life

On April 8th I will be participating in the 2011 Relay for Life. (Emily Jacke posted about participating last year I believe). The relay is a great event that raises money for the American Cancer Society. To quote them,

"The American Cancer Society Relay For Life is a life-changing event that gives everyone in communities across the globe a chance to celebrate the lives of people who have battled cancer, remember loved ones lost, and fight back against the disease. At Relay, teams of people camp out at a local high school, park, or fairground and take turns walking or running around a track or path. Each team is asked to have a representative on the track at all times during the event. Because cancer never sleeps, Relays are overnight events up to 24 hours in length."

Needless to say, I am doing this in Jesse's honor. The team I'm on (called "Cancertainly Sucks") has a total fundraising goal of $1000. We would love to meet and surpass our goal. The team is made up of members of a student-run grief support group, and several of us have lost loved ones to cancer. So far I have reached out to Jesse and my generation at NMH, but thought that his larger community would be equally interested. Please feel free to forward this information on.

Please help! Go to my page http://main.acsevents.org/site/TR/RelayForLife/RFLFY11National?px=19094203&pg=personal&fr_id=29326 and have a look around and maybe donate a couple bucks. The website is really well set up and there's lots of information about the event and where the money goes. I'm doing this because I loved Jesse and hate cancer. If you feel the same way, please consider giving.

Thank you,

Annie

Sunday, November 28, 2010


Division of Oncology

Carolyn A. Felix, M.D.
Colket Translational Research Building
3501 Civic Center Boulevard
Room 4006
Philadelphia, PA 19104 - 4318
Phone: 215.590.2831
felix@email.chop.edu
www.chop.edu

November 17. 2010

Mr. Edward Lopata
P.O. Box 353
Marlboro, VT 05344-0353

Dear Ed,

Thank you for your recent email. I hope that you are well. Each time I hear from you I feel a tremendous sense of zeal for the privilege of being the clinician scientist you selected to travel through this chapter of life's journey with you by endeavoring to translate Jesse's college tuition into a cure for the very disease to which he succumbed. As always it is nice to be able to update you on the progress we arc making towards conquering MLL leukemia. You are making a tremendous difference with your support for this work. No words could adequately thank you for what you have done.

Last year, the Children's Oncology Group was just launching a clinical trial based on discoveries by my lab at The Children's Hospital of Philadelphia. We had found that MLL leukemia is sensitive to a drug that we have been testing to restore the pathways to leukemia cell death. The COG clinical trial is a Phase I trial to find the appropriate doses of the drug
in children, and it is ongoing.

Since that time we also have continued to learn much, much more about how this drug is working, including being able to identify, based on fundamental characteristics of the leukemia cells at baseline, which cases are likely to be most sensitive. And, even more importantly, the rigorous and deep characterization of the cells at baseline has allowed us to identify
different drugs to test in combination with the drug in the Phase I trial. As we now embark on these next studies, we are very optimistic that these combinations will make what looks like a very promising drug from our detailed studies in the laboratory even better and that we will be able to translate these discoveries into cures.

Beyond the progress we are making in the laboratory, there also have been many very exciting changes and additions to the already outstanding resources at CHOP that will be able to be leveraged to realize this vision. My laboratory relocated to CHOP's brand new Colket Translational Research Building (CTRB), which was dedicated in June 2010. The CTRB is
home to the Center for Childhood Cancer Research, Leukemia / Lymphoma Section and Developmental Therapeutics Program with a consolidated infrastructure to achieve a translational research mission. This consolidated approach has been
very helpful to my mission to conquer MLL disease.

I look forward to providing you with more good news on the progress we are making. As the Thanksgiving holiday approaches, I will be thinking of you, your family and your dear son Jesse and the major inspiration that you all continually provide me towards making this all happen as a tribute to him.

As this holiday approaches I am also wondering if you might post this update on Jesse's website so that all will know how Jesse is continuing to battle this disease, but only now from above!

Have a Happy Thanksgiving and please know just what you have done!

Sincerely yours,

Carolyn A. Felix, MD
Professor of Pediatrics

c.c. John M. Maris, MD

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Wednesday, October 13, 2010

Marlboro Fair

Something about the Marlboro Fair brought back the palpable presence of Jesse. I love that the children visit the cemetery during the day (my ten year old Aidan among them), even if they have to be reminded to be respectful. 

During the summer, Aidan collected things for his new class--5th grade at Marlboro with David! Inside his fancy new three-ring binder, I found Jesse's photo tucked into the plastic sleeve for a loved one. 

The mystery of life continues...

Tuesday, September 22, 2009

Dear Jesse,

Just thinking of you, on this equinox; missing the chance to walk into the reading room of schauffler to find you with your head bent over a book by Voltaire, or to chase leaves with you on the way to tea... At least I can still tell you about my peppermint plant named Annie, and the headdress of yellow beech leaves I made today. I know you can't reply, but I feel somehow you are listening.

Saturday, September 5, 2009

Jesse's Unveiling


These from the intimate and heartfelt gathering commemorating the unveiling of Jesse's memorial stone. For those of you there and those there in spirit...


A poem of Jesse's, a stanza of which is inscribed on the back of the stone...



The Architecture


Lines around space
but in it.

I am confronted by
the simplistic organization.

Ordered picture frames of
nows and thens, heres and theres,

Is our universe
organized in this moment?
with insides and outs?

Or only the instant when
the frame opens.

And the maple leaf floats inside
resting delicately as if to say,

This frame is not broken.
The picture is just now complete.

JJL 2005


I wrote and read this for Jesse on this sad, sad day of laying one part of this journey to rest; as the rest of the journey continues. ~Lisa

The Architect

Jesse came into our lives on a crisp and blazing October day. He was radiant and comfortable in his little body: a true Vermont child. I was enchanted from the first instant I looked into his deep eyes. He would always awaken with a sweet smile, his neck arching back and to the side in a slow feline stretch; a gesture he never lost.

Of course I already knew him. At some time in the late summer I had taken to seeing him in every shooting star above. I don’t speak metaphorically here. Ed and I slept under a skylight and I literally saw shooting stars as I was carrying him into late term…settling into the dream-awakening reality of welcoming this strange new being, turning and tapping inside of me. I heard his echoing voice in the stars. I hear him now.

You all knew / know Jesse. I don’t have to say much by way of expanding your knowledge. But I have thought of how I would convey the preciousness of Jesse to some new inquiry.

“Tell me about your son”…

Well. He was not a child of this time in many ways. Or perhaps more correctly, Jesse was a person, from a very young age, who lived just a little bit outside of time. I like to say a nineteenth century man, grown up from a Renaissance child… but I’m not sure anymore of the specific histories of his imagination and bearing.

He just came in with a broader brush than most, with a wiser heart, and caring concern for the aesthetics of refinement. Jesse never wore a pair of jeans, even on his toddler legs. When he discovered button down shirts, he never donned another sweatshirt. He wore a tie even on the hottest days of summer. And he had a trunk of costumes in velvet and brocade, tunics and capes that he dressed up in as part of his play – well beyond when most kids go there. He loved the sensuality of these exotic garments against his body and the freedom of characterizations that he could explore while traipsing with his courtly, or maybe troubadour airs.

But these were the trappings really, just the surface dressings, of a mind that loved to look backward in history for the mappings of internal order and quiet composition. Jesse spent hours looking at pictures of the world that we came from. As if he were seeking a personal trail back through time. As if he knew that his life would not belong here for long.

I also would mention his compassion and inherent empathy. I don’t ever remember his personal ire rising at anyone. Well, there was that one young man who charmed away two consecutive girlfriends, and those cops in New Jersey once… But more than most, his whole life, Jesse willingly, even automatically, (but never haphazardly), stepped into the perspectives of those around him – melding and mending the world from his large heart. He let me be me completely. That seems like such a small thing, but think about it. He allowed all of us to be perfectly who we are.

And one more encapsulation… born from this, and the core compass of an irregular and spirited being. Jesse allowed Jesse to be perfectly who he was. His self-possession was astounding to me. From the first, he lived into his unfolding with one part surety, one part self-humor, very rare glimmers of self-angst, and a boatload of flair and wit. He might have been too sure of his intellect at times in his coming of age, but he was formed by humility at others, and he never needed anyone to show him how to be Jesse. That is rare.

In the end, his courage was rare as well. I don’t know how he found that courage. There was even extra for me. I know he wanted to live so very much into his independent, adult life. I know he wanted friends and a wife and children, a life of focused challenge and beauty all around him. I’m so sorry not to have seen that. But his body crumbled outside of the range of being, and he fearlessly left to encounter all the realms of consciousness that he gallivants in now. He is always expanding, always beside us, always Jesse. I can’t go on without him – without this compass bearing.

And I could not have survived this unbearable loss without him either.


Sunday, August 23, 2009

for those who grieve


"...I realized something then, which is
that you can love beyond space and time
and that when you love beyond...
you enter into a world where everything opens
onto
beauty
and
glory."

from a Feather in Your Heart
Andrew Harvey
~