Dr. Sholler was the only one in the end to tell us yes. We just ran out of time.

Penelope passed away but she is still inspiring millions. Her parents are doing amazing things for children’s cancer. Check out their website at:

www.solvingkidscancer.org

By GEETA ANAND

NEW YORK — John London, a successful hedge-fund executive, is desperate to save his 4-year-old daughter, who suffers from a rare cancer. She clings to life at New York University Medical Center here, sucking her thumb and clutching her favorite teddy bear.

For the past month, Mr. London has been begging a small biotechnology firm to allow Penelope to be treated with an experimental cancer drug that might help. Mr. London has received high-powered support: Several legislators, including House Speaker Nancy Pelosi, have lobbied the company and its board to make the drug available. The Food and Drug Administration isn’t blocking the way.

[Photo]Penelope London

Neotropix Inc. of Malvern, Pa., says it would like to help, but the drug may not be safe for a child and dispensing it would be bad business. “For us to provide the drug to this child would be to put at significant risk a small company with limited financial resources,” says P. Sherrill Neff, managing partner of Quaker BioVentures, a major investor in the firm, which is trying to tie up a vital round of financing of about $20 million. “You could delay the opportunity for lots of patients to get this drug if you sidetrack it for one patient,” he says.

The deadlock reflects an increasing tension between individual patients and companies using the revolution in understanding biology to develop new medicines. Ideas for treating deadly diseases are proliferating, and the Internet carries hints of promising results into the homes of dying patients. They are pushing for the chance to bypass the laborious approval process and receive quick access to experimental drugs when all else has failed.

In the U.S. Court of Appeals in Washington last month, a lawyer for a patient-advocacy group argued that patients’ constitutional rights are violated when they are deprived of medicines in testing that could save their lives. The Abigail Alliance for Better Access to Developmental Drugs wants the FDA to allow patients to buy drugs in testing directly from companies and to allow the companies to profit from the sale. A three-judge appellate panel last year ruled in favor of the alliance. The FDA appealed the case to the full appellate court, which is scheduled to rule later this year.

Lawyers for the FDA argued that broad access to experimental drugs could harm patients and undermine the incentive for them to participate in clinical trials, the studies companies are required to perform in humans to prove safety and efficacy.

“This is a huge dilemma we face as a society — it’s moral and it’s ethical,” says Patty Delaney, director of the FDA’s cancer liaison program. “We have the incredible pain of an individual — sometimes it’s a 4-year-old child, which pulls at everyone’s morality — versus the societal issue of what happens if a small biotech company diverts its resources to a child or ill mother?”

Mr. London, 40 years old, was raised in Manhattan and spent seven years at Highbridge Capital Management, one of the largest hedge funds in the world. He co-founded SuttonBrook Capital in 2002 with $30 million in capital and built it into a $2 billion hedge fund. On a blind date in 2001, he met his wife, Catherine, a free-lance writer and editor. They married the next year, and she gave birth to Penelope, their first child, on July 6, 2002.

Growth in the Ribs

Penelope was 16 months old when she was diagnosed with neuroblastoma, a rare cancer that develops from nerve tissue and often appears first in the adrenal glands. By the time her parents noticed a growth under her ribs and took her to Mount Sinai Hospital, the disease already had spread to her lymph nodes, liver and bones.

Four days later, Ms. London delivered the couple’s second child, a boy named Oliver.

[Penelope]John London with his daughter Penelope outside their apartment in Manhattan last year.

Doctors told the Londons that Penelope had a particularly aggressive form of neuroblastoma and stood just a 25% chance of being cured. Over the next year, she underwent high-dose chemotherapy, radiation, a bone-marrow transplant and surgery.

A few weeks after the treatment ended, the family went on vacation to the Atlantis Paradise Resort, a hotel with a marine park in the Bahamas. They had just gotten off the plane when they noticed a lump on Penelope’s neck. They tried to ignore it and enjoy the vacation, taking turns holding her in the underwater tanks for hours to indulge her fascination with the giant stingrays.

Soon after they returned to Manhattan, they discovered the cancer was back. Radiation shrank the tumors in Penelope’s neck and skull, but the cancer broke through again after several months, in what would become a pattern. Each time Penelope’s cancer progressed, the Londons tried a new treatment — moving toward therapies earlier and earlier in human testing. Some treatments put her cancer into remission, others kept it in check for weeks, and some didn’t work at all.

Mr. London combed the Internet and connected via Web sites with parents of other children with neuroblastoma. When he heard of promising research, he phoned the physicians or scientists involved, pressing them about whether their work could benefit Penelope.

Several times, the Londons say, their doctors told them they were out of options and advised them to take Penelope home to enjoy the time they had left. “More than John, I was willing not to try anything else because I just wanted Penelope to be comfortable,” says Mrs. London. “But John just couldn’t do that. And many times, he was right. Penelope would not be alive today if it weren’t for him.”

“Penelope was still laughing those deep belly laughs of hers, still running around and looking healthy,” says Mr. London. “I just couldn’t give up on her.”

Not wanting to miss time with his daughter, Mr. London stopped going regularly to work at the Manhattan office of SuttonBrook. Running his hedge fund from Penelope’s bedside at home, he often stayed up all night devouring medical research papers. One day, sifting through 600 papers that were presented at a conference, he read about an antibiotic used overseas that appeared to help a child with neuroblastoma. Pediatric-cancer specialist Giselle Sholler wrote that the child’s cancer went into remission after being treated with the antibiotic plus chemotherapy. Dr. Sholler agreed to treat Penelope.

The combination therapy seemed to work, says Dr. Sholler, an assistant professor at the University of Vermont who had been studying the potential treatment in mice. The walnut-size lump over Penelope’s collarbone shrank to less than the size of a pea, Dr. Sholler says. For three months, as Penelope’s curly brown hair began to grow back, she played like any other child, dressing her dolls, making vanilla pudding with her older half-sister, Isabelle, and teasing the family cat, Charlotte.

“She had an incredible ability to bounce back,” says Elizabeth Raetz, a pediatric oncologist at NYU Medical Center who has been treating Penelope and advising the family since she was diagnosed.

Through the struggle, Mr. London grew close to the parents of other children with neuroblastoma. “I felt so alone in going beyond what the medical establishment wanted me to do, that the parents of other sick kids were the only ones I could truly relate to,” he says. He invested $100,000 in a fund that is paying for Dr. Sholler to test the antibiotic in combination with chemotherapy in a clinical trial. Dr. Sholler has enrolled eight patients in her trial and most have had their tumors shrink without many side effects, she says, although she cautions that the tests are still at a very early stage.

“John’s passion for finding a cure for this disease and his daughter made this trial happen,” she says. “And all of these children are seeing a better quality of life.”

Cancer Breaks Through

Last November, Penelope’s cancer broke through again. After unsuccessfully trying two other experimental drugs, Mr. London was particularly anxious when a parent emailed him in March about Neotropix’s therapy.

The experimental medicine is a virus that strikes pigs and appears, in early test-tube and mouse experiments, to attack certain cancer cells in humans. The approach is new and risky, Neotropix Chief Executive Peter Lanciano notes, because it involves injecting a virus into humans that they presumably haven’t been exposed to before. The drug is still in its earliest phase of trials for safety. It was tested in just six human beings over the past year. The company hopes to finish the first stage of testing over the next 18 months, giving the virus to another 49 patients, most with small-cell lung cancer.

Mr. Lanciano says that the week he took over as CEO nine months ago, the FDA put Neotropix’s trial on hold because the first patient died. Only after four months of testing and analysis was Neotropix able to resume its trial, having demonstrated that the patient died from cancer and not the therapy.

That delay was on Mr. Lanciano’s mind when Mr. London and his supporters began calling. The CEO says he wanted to help, but he thinks the drug is too early in testing to be used safely by a child. To give Penelope the dose that was effective in mice, he says he would have to multiply the top dose used in humans so far by 100,000 times. Normally drug companies are careful to raise the experimental dosage in small increments to detect side effects before they become lethal.

“The question is: Can we really help or would we do more harm?” asks Mr. Lanciano.

Mr. London argues this is a risk worth taking. “We’re not talking of testing an unproven drug in a child who is perfectly healthy and running around,” he says. “My daughter is already in so much pain and is so sick she can’t get out of bed. If anything has a prayer of saving her, how can you argue it’s not the right thing to do?”

Investors have put about $14 million into Neotropix, which was founded in 2003 by a former Novartis AG scientist. Last year, Mr. Lanciano, a former executive at several biotech companies, took the helm.

Mr. Lanciano and Neotropix board members have expressed concern that the FDA will force Neotropix to put its trial on hold again if Penelope dies. FDA officials called Neotropix and reassured the company that this isn’t the case, Mr. Lanciano says. A colleague of Mr. London who is an internist had approached the FDA and asked it to deliver that message.

Despite the verbal assurances, the CEO says he is still worried. “You never have the ability to wash your hands of any adverse events the patient has,” says Mr. Lanciano.

FDA officials, agreeing only to speak generally about the issue, said the agency would not hold a company accountable for the death of a very sick patient receiving therapy as a desperate effort.

“The FDA has good appreciation for the fact that we’re dealing with people mortally ill and this is a last-ditch effort,” says Richard Klein, director of the agency’s HIV program. The notion that the FDA would halt trials over a death in such circumstances is “more of a myth, or urban legend,” he says.

Nonetheless, “there aren’t any absolutes,” says Ms. Delaney, the FDA’s cancer liaison. “We can never say: ‘We won’t pay any attention to safety’ ” when a patient gets a drug.

The Neotropix board held several meetings on the question of giving the drug to Penelope, Mr. Lanciano says. At one point, the board called an ethicist for an opinion. Urged on by the London family, patient groups and politicians, including the staff of House Speaker Pelosi and Pennsylvania Gov. Edward Rendell, lobbied on behalf of giving the drug to the child.

On April 18, the Neotropix board decided not to provide the drug. Yet calls from politicians and Mr. London’s supporters continued, Mr. Lanciano says. Finally, four days later, a Sunday, Mr. Lanciano sent out an email, copying them all.

“Tremendous pressure has been brought to bear on all levels of the company” to try to get it to change its position, he said in the email. “We will not do so.”

Mr. Lanciano, 50, says he sympathized, having lost his wife several weeks earlier to cancer at age 51. He tried to get her in clinical trials for pancreatic-cancer treatments, but she didn’t qualify, he says.

“If I were that father and mother with a dying 4-year-old, I’d be doing exactly the same thing,” says Mr. Neff, the partner at the venture-capital firm that has invested in Neotropix. “There is no right answer,” he says. “But in a small company with limited financial resources and a high risk profile, you really have to reduce the risks to drug development.”

Mr. London is now trying a new avenue. A day after Neotropix turned down Penelope, a friend Mr. London met on a parents’ Web site told him about another company, Jennerex Biotherapeutics, also with a virus in the earliest phase of human testing for cancer. Mr. London reached the company’s chief executive, David Kirn, on his cellphone and the two spoke for an hour. Dr. Kirn, a cancer specialist, agreed to provide his experimental drug to Penelope if a hospital would agree to administer it.

“If you are in the position where a loved one is dying of a disease, it is impossible to understand how any company can withhold something potentially beneficial,” says Dr. Kirn. He says his company has raised $10 million so far, mainly from individual investors who leave medical decisions entirely up to him.

William Carroll, director of pediatric oncology at NYU Medical Center, said Saturday he’s trying to get permission to treat Penelope with Jennerex’s experimental virus at his hospital. He needs approval from several hospital committees that monitor clinical trials and biosafety because the treatment is a live virus. That process would normally take months.

Dr. Kirn is pitching in to make the case. “We’re asking hospitals to compress a six-month procedure into a week and that’s very difficult,” Dr. Kirn says. “You’re asking them to bless a plan with less than the full data that is normally available. But you’re asking them to do it for a heroic cause — to try to save a child.”

Running Out of Time

Mr. London knows the family may have run out of time.

Wearing pink pajamas in a ninth-floor room at NYU Medical Center last week, Penelope, frail and partly bald, tucked her favorite stuffed bear under her arm as she watched an Animal Planet television show about a sick walrus that was saved. She cried now and again, sending her parents rushing over. A bowl of half-eaten oatmeal sat on the table; Mrs. London asked a friend to make it with extra butter to try to fatten up her daughter. Mr. London’s computer was open to the Web site he uses to keep family and supporters updated about Penelope.

The Londons brought Penelope to the medical center Wednesday because her pain medicine wasn’t working. They thought she needed stronger drugs to stay comfortable. The plan was to switch her to methadone, a powerful narcotic, and take her home.

On Friday night, after Penelope had struggled for two days with the pain, her eyes lit up when her big sister, Isabelle, appeared in the doorway. The little girl, who hadn’t gotten out of bed in days, pulled herself up — batting away the outstretched arms of her parents — and wobbled over to sit on the cot beside her sister. Later, when Dr. Raetz, the oncologist, stopped by, she found Penelope, her arm shaking a little, putting the numbers of a block puzzle into the right spaces, not randomly but meticulously, in ascending order. “She’s a very determined little girl,” Dr. Raetz said.

“We go into this with our eyes open,” Mr. London said, talking in another room out of Penelope’s earshot. “The chance of anything bringing her back from the abyss now is very low. But the only thing I know for sure is if we don’t treat her, she will die.”

Mr. London and his wife say they are searching Penelope’s big brown eyes for clues as to how long she wants to continue to battle for life.

For now, says Mr. London: “We see she still wants to fight.”

Katie Couric, anyone??

Somebody sent me this email. I think it’s worth a shot. Who’s in??  Katie Couric is getting her own daytime show,  Launching SEPTEMBER 2012!! Let’s get her to hear your story! You are the best writer. She WILL connect with you and we will bombbard them w/ letters.

Cancer is already close to her heart. I know it was had to lose her husband, but she wont believe the story you can tell.  And launtching in September! ! It’s a sign!!
Let’s launtch opperation : awarness and let’s get to Katie Or Ellen!! ( you have your army!)
I need to be a part!
Reading Lala -Grace website I need to help!
Lori
I will always remember Ronan. I just can’t believe out of thousands of pictures I looked at on the gap web-site looking for my own kids. I found your guy and his eyes burned his beauty into my soul.

Somebody has to listen. Let me know if anyone can find her contact info. Awareness= A Cure!!!

xoxo

My baby did not deserve to die. No child does. I have to find someone to listen and to help these babies!

 

My little reading crasher

I awoke this morning from an email from my friend, Diane, who lost her little boy, Jack, to Neuroblastoma, a few years ago. She and her husband, Ed, held our hands through this entire process and are still continuing to do so. Something that I know cannot be easy for them. The four of us unfortunately, share a very special bond, but there is no one I would rather share it with then two of them as they are an amazing family. Diane’s email was from late last night, and she was wanting to know if I was up. I didn’t see it until this morning but as soon as I read it, I called her right away. Every year, Di visits a “Medium,” and she started doing this a year after Jack passed away. I totally am into this sort of thing and I know when the time is right, I absolutely plan on finding the right person to go to. Di went a couple of weeks ago, after Ronan had passed away and she told me that Ronan totally crashed her reading. Her medium went on and on about this little boy who is now with her son, Jack, and has a large crowd of peeps surrounding him. She also told Di that Ronan knows I write to him and it makes him happy and he knows it is helping me process things. While I was listening to Diane tell me these things, I was sobbing hysterically. There is not much I believe in anymore at this point in my life, but I totally believe that Ronan can hear me still. Maybe that is why I cannot seem to stop writing to him, because this entire time, although I didn’t even think of it this way, he can hear me and knows what I am writing to him. I don’t know where my writing comes from. It is something that just pours out of me at night from my heart and soul. It is something I cannot seem to stop doing and maybe this is my way of really communicating with Ronan. It is our way of staying connected. Whenever I sit and write, I feel so connected to him. I sometimes feel like he is the one putting all the thoughts in my head. He is the one who gives me the strength to continue doing so. This is one of his many gifts to me. All I know is I can’t seem to stop and I don’t want to. It is cathartic to me and Ronan knows this, so he continues to inspire me and push me. As long as I feel like I have things to say, I will continue on. What I write may not always be easy to read, and I so appreciate all of you for staying with me and not judging me. What I speak is the truth, raw, and real. It is the way Ronan would want me to continue on with his story. He never held back a thing; something I would like to think he got from me. He wouldn’t have my writing any other way. So Ronan, my very special soul. Thank you. Thank you for crashing Di’s reading and letting her know you are o.k. I know you are because of all the love that still surrounds you. I know I will see you again someday, little man. But now, I have to work my ass off on what we set out to do from day one of your diagnoses, which is raise awareness. I will not stop until things in pediatric cancer have drastically changed. I will fight harder for you than ever because I have to make you proud and I promised you we would tackle this together until people listened. Even though you are gone, I know you will be working just as hard with me right by my side. Together, we can do anything.

So, Ro. After I got off the phone with Di, I woke up your Daddy and Quinny so we could get going on our day. I got Quinn all ready for Legoland and Mimi, Papa, and Liam came to pick him up and off they went for their little adventure of the day. They had a great time. Your daddy and I got ready to head out to meet Denise from your favorite clothing line, Fore, Axel&Hudson. We decided to meet her in Laguna and I was so quiet on the car ride there. I was feeling such a mixture of emotions. I was anxious, excited, happy, but also really, really, sad. I have talked with Denise for months now and one of the thing I always said to her was how I couldn’t wait for the day to come when she could meet you and see in person and see how adorable you looked in her clothes and hats. Nobody could pull off a Fedora like you, Ro. Having to meet her today, was devastating to me without you. On our drive there, as we had just gotten to Laguna and we were driving in town, the tears were streaming down my face. I was begging you to give me a sign that you were with me. I was staring out the window and on my right was a store called, Esther. I almost couldn’t believe my eyes. I mean, how often do you hear that name and just when I was wanting a sign, there it was. 2 minutes later, I looked to the left and there was a store called To the moon. I couldn’t ask for a bigger sign than that Ronan. You and Esther together in Laguna. How random is that? It was almost so amazing that for a slit second I thought I made it up in my head. But I didn’t. I can’t wait to tell Doriet about this. I know this will make her as happy as it did me. I know the two of you are together.

When we got to Denise’s brothers place today, and I finally got to wrap my arms around her, everything just felt right. You would have loved her. She is one of the most real, pure, kind-hearted people I have ever met in my life. Everything she has done for you has been out of love for a little boy that she didn’t even know, but you captured her heart. Your daddy and I told her how happy all the clothes and hats she would send, made you. You were always so proud to wear them as you should have been because they are the so special and unique, just like you. We had a beautiful lunch and Denise wanted to know a bit about what we wanted to do with your foundation. We explained to her that research was our number one goal. I told her how I cannot get Gisele Sholler out of my head, even though I have never even met the woman, but she was the one who was going to help us in the end. I really want to meet her and I am really interested in the cutting edge things she is coming up with for Neuroblastoma. I also talked about Dr. Mosse at Chop. I believe in her and what she is doing as well. I believe in Dr. Kushner too, but my personal feelings are getting in the way of wanting to help him, although I know I should put these aside because he is a brilliant man. Like I said, when the time is right, we will know. I know you will help us make this decision. Funding research is our number one goal, but raising awareness is where my heart is truly at. Something has to be done to make people open their eyes. Baby steps, Ro. But we will get there, I promise my love. After talking to Denise about what we are considering, she had a proposal for us. She said she has talked with the two other owners of her company and they really want to get involved and make a difference. They have decided that they want to design a line of hats in your name and they want me to be involved in the design process. With a part of the proceeds going to your foundation. She had both your daddy and I all choked up at lunch over this. What an amazing thing to be a part of. We are so honored. The fact that one simple message from me, and this company jumped on the chance to help out by making you so happy with all the fancy clothes you used to love so much to wear, and they wanted nothing in return but your smiles. As of now, Neiman Marcus carries their line and The Garage in Scottsdale. They say certain people are put in your life for a reason, and it is clear that Denise is going to be a big part of our lives. I feel like I’ve known her forever and the connection that you have given us is such a blessing Ronan. We felt you all around us today as it was the most gorgeous day outside. I know it was you, smiling down at us. I know you were with us all day long. After a wonderful afternoon, it was time to get your daddy to the airport. He headed back to Phoenix today and it was hard to see him go especially after how emotional we both were today. I hate the fact that he is at our home, without us. But I know he is there with you and your ashes, so that makes me feel better. I hope they bring him comfort like they do me. I know you will take good care of him tonight and play with him in your dreams like you have been doing.

I came back to our condo and put on my running clothes for my nightly run. It was much needed after today. I only put in 4 miles again, and they were fast and easy. My running seems to come easily to me now because all I do is think of you. Time passes quickly that way. I didn’t do my nightly swim as I was wanting to get back to pick up your brothers from Mimi and Papa’s. They are both sound asleep, tired from their long day out. We all take turns sleeping with your blanket and Liam has it tonight. We treasure it so much.

Time to try to get some sleep, Ambian induced of course. I am convinced this is why I am not dreaming of you…. because it puts me into such a deep sleep. I am too scared to try to sleep without it now. Someday, but as of now, I’m not ready. I will know when I am ready to try to sleep like I used to. If I don’t take it, I stay awake all night and just sob about you. It’s too painful and I need the sleep to get me though the days. It takes a lot of energy to try to hold it together and being sleep deprived is something I don’t think I can mix into this madness now. I know you know this, but I miss you so much. I think about you every second of the day. You will always be a part of our family and we will never forget how you lived your life with such pride and dignity and you were never scared. Everyone could learn so much from you. You never felt sorry for yourself and you never stopped fighting; until I told you to. Thank you for listening to me for the first time in your life. As much as I wanted you to fight forever, I had to let you go to be free of your pain. Whispering those words to you was the hardest thing I’ve had to do in my life. But you loved me that much that you honored what I said to you. I am so thankful for that. I had to let you go and live your new life, the life you deserved to live here with us. I know you are free now and as sad as I am, I am happy for you. So go and play, baby. Go and cause all the trouble in the world and know that I will always be right by your side, loving you every second of my life. I will see you again, I promise you. I dream of that day, Ronan. I have a lot of work to do first and it starts with your daddy and brothers. I have to make sure they are going to be o.k. I worry for all of them and we have so much healing to do. Everyday that I see your brothers smile, it gives me hope. I am so lucky to have them and so were you. We all know this and treasure our time with you so much.

G’night my little man. Go spread your love around tonight and visit everyone who loves you so much. Twinkle Twinkle my baby star. I love you to the moon and back.

xoxo