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Mountain Hawk - I Wont Give Up
Nancy finished typing a note on her grown-up son Peters Facebook page and pressed the post button. Peter had been in line for a new job and a big promotion and his Mom was one of the first to know. Visit Mom, get hugged. Good stuff.
Nancy was thrilled for him, but she hated it when he had to catch a plane to go back home. She missed his wonderful hugs. She had written, I adore you Peter Castellino! Thank you for visiting me in Florida on his page.
Nancy leaned back in her chair and smiled happily at the news of Peters latest accomplishment. She remembered Peters favorite saying; I wont give up. Thats the way hes always been, she recalled.
From the time he was a little kid, still in first grade, regardless of how big or how scary the challenge was, Peter would simply make up his mind and go for it.
It was back on June 8, 1988, that Nancys then 6-year-old son, Peter, was diagnosed with cancer.
Peter was very bright. He had scored in the 95th percentile on standardized testing in first grade at the Apple Tree Academy in Forty Fort, Pennsylvania. His parents were very proud of him.
Peters family was also totally unprepared for what fate held in store for all of them.
Wednesday, June 8th 1988, was a school day, the last one before summer vacation, and Peters first grade class was looking forward to their end of year field trip. As a special treat, his class was planning to go to the ice cream parlor.
Nancy drove Peter and his little sister, Helena, to school that morning, and the two of them planned to ride the school bus home when class was over.
Nancy greeted Peter and Helena at the door when they arrived home that afternoon, anxious to hear about the fun, but Peter was unusually quiet. When his Mom asked about the field trip to the ice cream parlor, he told her that his legs had hurt on the walk.
Nancy frowned and searched her memory but she couldnt remember anything that might have hurt Peters legs. He had no scrapes or bumps or bruises anywhere. Now on alert, she made a mental note to keep a close eye on Peters legs.
The family was planning on going to dinner at Grandmas house that night. Nancy and the two children would drive to Grandmas in Nancys car and Dad would drive his own car straight from work to meet them there.
Grandma had prepared a wonderful Italian dinner, but Peter hadnt eaten any of it, not even his favorite dessert. Nancy felt Peters forehead and frowned. He didnt seem to have a temperature.
Afterwards, they all thanked Grandma for a wonderful dinner and prepared to head for home. Peter asked if he could ride with his Mom and his sister, Helena, decided she wanted to ride in her Dads car.
As Peter pulled the seatbelt across his neck, he cried out, Ouch, that hurt! Nancy reached over and felt his neck. The glands just below his ears were swollen, and she told him that she would telephone their pediatrician as soon as they got home. Peter and his family liked Dr. Landau a lot, and Dr. Landaus own little girl was one of Peters first grade classmates.
The doctor listened to Nancy when she called, and thoughtfully considered what she had told him. It might be mono, the doctor thought, in which case Nancy could bring Peter to the office in the morning, but Nancy had a feeling that wasnt it, so Dr. Landau instructed her to bring Peter to Nesbitt Hospital emergency room right away, and told her hed meet them there.
Peters parents decided that Peters Dad, Frank, would stay home with 4 year old Helena while Nancy took Peter to see the doctor. They thought the doctor would probably prescribe an antibiotic for Peter and then the two of them would be able to come right back home.
As they drove, Peter looked over at his Mom and quietly said, Mom, you are the best mother God ever made. All of a sudden Nancy felt very afraid. She reached over and gently stroked his head. I love you, Peter she told him.
At the hospital, Dr. Landau carefully examined Peter, and the doctor shut his eyes for a moment before he turned and said, Mrs. Castellino, I dont even know how to tell you this. Peter is a very sick young man. Im calling in a pediatric oncologist.
What? Nancy asked herself. What?
Nancy didnt know what to think. What the doctor had just said didnt make sense to her.
Nancy telephoned her husband and told him to come right away. He quickly arranged for their next door neighbor, who was Nancys best friend, to take care of Helena. Peters parents and Dr. Landau wanted Peter to be seen by specialists at the very best hospital, so they quickly arranged for him to be transferred by ambulance to Childrens Hospital of Philadelphia, which was two hours away. Nancy and a private duty nurse had ridden in the ambulance with him. Peters Dad and his Dads brother, Uncle Joe, had followed the ambulance in the car.
The doctors at Childrens Hospital of Philadelphia
informed Peters parents that the diagnosis was acute lymphoblastic leukemia.
They explained that this was a type of cancer where the bone marrow makes too
many immature white blood cells and that while the average child has between
5,000 and 10,000 white blood cells, Peters blood test showed that he had
a white blood cell count of 395,000, and the count was doubling every twelve
hours. The doctors said that was the third highest white count ever diagnosed
at Childrens Hospital of Philadelphia.
Nancy asked the doctors to promise her that her little boy would be OK. We cant promise you anything, they told her, except that well all do our very best.
EVEN SCARIER NEWS
Dr. Jean Belasco, a pediatric oncologist, carefully explained to Peters parents the risks and benefits of the program that would be followed.
She informed them that he would be receiving an intensive treatment protocol developed in Germany that prescribed a very large amount of intravenous chemotherapy to be delivered in a very short amount of time.
The next 72 hours would be very important, she told them, but without following that protocol, she cautioned, the outcome for Nancys little boy did not look very good.
WE CAN DO THIS
Peters parents decided they wanted the doctors to do whatever was needed to make their little boy well again.
Massive doses of chemotherapy were begun immediately and Peter was admitted to the Intensive Care Unit. Nancy sat next to Peters bed in the ICU for three days without once leaving the hospital. She was guarding her little boy like a hawk.
Peter responded to the chemotherapy as everyone had hoped and the cancer went into remission immediately. For once this was a VERY good sign!
On the morning of just the fourth day, Peter was moved out of intensive care and into a semi-private room where another child was a patient in the adjacent bed. She was a beautiful little three-year-old girl, who was being treated for neuroblastoma, a type of cancer that forms in nerve tissue. The little girls mother, a member of the Muslim faith, knew exactly how Nancy was feeling. She walked over, put her arms around Nancy, and offered a prayer of comfort from the Quran. Nancy was very grateful for that simple gesture of kindness.
RACKING UP THE MILES
Peters Dad was doing a lot of driving. The hospital that Peter was in was located two hours away from the familys home. His Dad would drive to work, and at the end of the work day hed drive home to spend some time with Helena. Then hed drive all the way to the hospital to spend time with Peter and Nancy, and afterwards hed have to drive all the way back home again.
Sometimes Peters parents were so exhausted and so scared that theyd just hug each other and start to cry. Whenever that happened, Peter told his parents that they shouldnt worry, because he was going to be just fine. He was so brave!
The oncology nurses told Nancy that if Peter continued to respond well to the treatment, his family would be allowed to move into the Ronald McDonald House on Chestnut Street.
After spending nearly two weeks as an inpatient, Peter was discharged from Childrens Hospital of Philadelphia. He no longer had to spend each night in the hospital. He could just come in during the day, have the chemotherapy treatment and then leave afterwards.
Having a place to live nearby would make it easier for Peter and his Mom to return daily for Peters outpatient intravenous chemotherapy. Since the family could now check into the Ronald McDonald House, that also meant that Peters Dad would be able to bring Helena with him to Philadelphia. It would be a big relief for Peters family to finally be together again, and Peters Dad now wouldnt have to drive so much.
Nancy found the staff at the Ronald McDonald House to be incredibly nice. They went out of their way to make sure Peters family was comfortable and had everything they needed. The family was assigned a large suite of rooms on the third floor, which even had its own private bathroom. They also gave the family a tour of the sparkling clean commercial kitchen and invited them to prepare their favorite meals whenever they felt like it.
Since there were other families staying at the Ronald McDonald house, Peters family wouldnt be lonely during their stay.
At the beginning of August, in the sweltering city heat, Peter began radiation treatments at the University of Pennsylvania Hospital. Ninety-five percent of Peters body was cancerous, including his brain and spinal cord, so first, he would need to be permanently tattooed on his head and lower back, targeting areas where the radiation would be focused.
Next, Peters family was introduced to the radiologist and his team who explained to Nancy that Peter would receive the highest possible level of radiation. Once again, the doctors carefully explained the risks and benefits to Peters parents.
The radiologist was great with Peter. Now, Peter, he said, I want you to understand that every Friday is Hawaiian shirt day here, so Im ordering you to get a sharp looking shirt! So thats exactly what Peters parents got for him.
The next day Peter began his radiation treatments.
I CAN DO THIS
Endless days and nights were spent at the Philadelphia
Ronald McDonald House, where Peter watched videos of the Rocky movies
and developed the attitude that he, too, would fight his way to victory.
Peters little sister, Helena, was a fiercely loyal supporter of her big brother. Once they brought her to Childrens Hospital, she never left his side.
Peters cancer experience opened his little sister Helenas heart to the devastating effects of pediatric cancer and she has never given up hope for a cure. It also moved her to help others, and she started doing so as a young child. Her heart is as big as an ocean.
During the years that Peter was receiving chemotherapy,
Helena let her hair grow really long, twice, then cut it very, very short and
donated the hair to Locks of Love. The organization provides hairpieces to financially
disadvantaged children under the age of 21 who are experiencing long-term medical
hair loss from any diagnosis.
She also registered with the National Bone Marrow Registry, a non-profit organization dedicated to creating an opportunity for all patients to receive the bone marrow or umbilical cord blood transplant they need, when they need it.
Helena was contacted twice as a possible match for a patient who needs a bone marrow transplant.
One day the owner of the company Nancy worked for flew into town and personally led the morning pep talk. Afterwards, the boss presented each of his employees with a book about the potential to dramatically alter reality by changing the way we think about things.
Nancy carefully considered the idea. Thinking good thoughts never hurt anybody, so she studied the concept carefully. Then she discussed the idea with Peter, who was open-minded about creative visualization. A spirit of optimism began to fill their home and the family began to dream again. They were planning, dreaming and living as if tomorrow really did exist. The change in attitude was good for all of them.
The radiation treatments had made Peters
hair fall out, so on his first day back to Apple Tree, Peter put on one of his
Little League baseball caps to cover his bald head and walked into the school,
excited to be back with his friends. The teacher told Nancy that Peter had only
worn the baseball cap for a little while before removing it and announcing to
the class that he was going to be the next president of the Hair Club for Men!
When Peter was about 8 years old, and at his most bald, he was featured on a local NBC affiliate TV as a Hometown Hero. Hundreds of Valley residents sent him baseball caps to keep his head warm in cold weather, and cool in the sunshine.
Through a long, but rewarding period which included six years of chemotherapy, with his family by his side for every single treatment, Peter dreamed of playing football while still keeping active with Little League, Teener baseball, and basketball.
By the time Peter entered high school, the treatments had finally concluded.
During that time he supported the Wyoming Area High School football team, the Warriors, as a spectator and fan, never giving up hope of one day becoming a Warrior.
At each anxious visit to Childrens Hospital, Peter always asked the same question, Dr. Belasco, could I join the football team now? Her answer was always the same, Your bones are still quite brittle from the chemo, Pete. Hang in there and well see what next year brings.
JOINING THE FOOTBALL TEAM
Peter completed six years of chemotherapy and, although he would not be declared cured until he was five years away from his last treatment, his health continued to improve. He was a member of the National Honor Society and still pleaded with Dr. Belasco for permission to join the high school football team.
In the spring of 1998, as he entered his final year of high school, Peter was finally given permission to join the football team for the upcoming fall season. If you want to have your body pummeled, Dr. Belasco cautioned the unusually light 115-pound teenager, by all means, go ahead.
As Peter entered his senior year in high school, his younger sister Helena, just two years behind him, was beginning her sophomore year. Helena was already involved with a serious dance company and she remained focused on a creative path, with her mind set on becoming an actress.
The Warriors football team had remained pretty
much undefeated while Peter was in high school, but for Peter, playing football
was never about the glory. Instead, to Peter, playing football was about proving
to himself that he could overcome a challenge at his size. As a senior in high
school, Peter weighed only 115 pounds. He was the smallest kid on the team and
in his own words I wasnt good, but I tried, hard.
Peter joined the football team, as a Warrior, in 1998, his senior year.
Peter worked out every day with the team. He was in the best shape of his life but as he later confessed to Nancy, I still got my clock cleaned every day.
The team began practicing in June and, by August, before the season had even started, Peters wrist had been broken in a tackle.
As a wide receiver, to have a cast on his arm and hand made it even more difficult, but he still went out there every day, in temperatures often close to 100 degrees, and ran drills with the rest of the team. He simply did it while wearing a cast, and gave it his best.
WERE NUMBER ONE!
Within six weeks, Peters fractured wrist healed perfectly and the Warriors were rated the No. 1 high school football team in northeastern Pennsylvania.
Every weekend, Peters mother Nancy followed the Warriors from one small town to another, hoping to see a dream unfold. Week after week, Peter sat on the bench, waiting patiently for his name to be called by the coaches.
PETER, YOURE IN!
Rudy Ruettiger (b.1948) was a 5 ft 6 inch kid who weighed in at 165 lbs. Rudy had been told that he would probably never be able to get into the college of his choice, and that even if he did manage to do so, he would still be too small to play college football. Nevertheless, he was determined to do the best he could with the hand he was dealt. His early life and career at the University of Notre Dame is what inspired the still popular 1993 biographical sports film Rudy.
At 55 tall and weighing only 115 pounds, Peter was the smallest guy on the Warriors team. He never got to play in real games. The team knew that and so did the fans. In one of the last games of the season, on a frosty November night, with the Wyoming Area team ahead 48-0 and mere seconds remaining in the fourth quarter, the coach called Peters name and sent him into the game. It was a movie moment, straight out of Rudy when the crowd started chanting, because like Rudy, Peter had also been one of the smallest guys on the team but he gave it his all. The clock ran out and the game was over in the blink of an eye.
After the game Nancy was pacing back and forth outside the field house, as she waited to drive Peter home.
She was so worried. His time on the field had been so short and she doubted that hed ever get another chance. Nancy was terribly afraid that Peter might be upset and sad.
I WONT GIVE UP
When Peter got in the car he wasnt worried about it in the least. Ill get on the field someday, Mom, he said cheerfully.
I wont give up, he reassured her.
Over a decade had passed since the dreadful diagnosis. Peter had fought hard and he had won a lengthy battle against cancer. Nancy should not have been surprised by Peters reaction. Hed always maintained a positive attitude.
The Warriors progressed to the playoffs where Peter, still a full-fledged member of the team, faithfully attended practice, ran drills with the rest of the players, and continued to keep the bench warm.
Peter was featured in the local newspaper. Youd frequently see his photo or see his name mentioned in various articles.
NOT JUST FOOTBALL
In the winter of 1998, Peter had decided that he wanted to run the San Diego Rock-n-Roll Marathon to try to raise money for the Leukemia and Lymphoma Society.
Nancy suggested that they speak with his doctors at Childrens Hospital of Philadelphia, before he became too involved, but he was determined. Peter reassured his mother that, if they had a chance to raise the money as a result of his efforts, he would be careful not to stress his body, even if it meant that he had to finish the marathon by walking the remainder of the twenty-six plus miles.
In June 1998, cancer survivor Peter Castellino ran the San Diego Rock-n-Roll Marathon, with a time of 5 hours, 29 minutes. His participation raised $5,000 in support of the Leukemia and Lymphoma Society.
Off the field, Peter was elected president of his senior class. He was a member of the National Honor Society, and he gave the class of 1999 graduation speech. Peters speech was based on his favorite quote by Thoreau: If you have built castles in the air, your work need not be lost; that is where they should be. Now put the foundations under them.
A front page story in The Sunday Pittston Dispatch was entitled Wyoming Areas Greatest Success Story Takes a Bow. The story was accompanied by a photo of Peter in his cap and gown when he graduated from high school in 1999. The article chronicled his battle with leukemia.
OFF TO COLLEGE
Peter began his freshman year at Lehigh University
in 1999. When he arrived on campus he needed a work-study job, so he went to
the campus office and inquired as to what work-study opportunities might be
available. After being given a printed list of current jobs, he skimmed through
it and the word mascot caught his eye. Actually it stuck out! This
is something I can do and actually get paid for it? Peter thought to himself.
Theres always fierce competition for team mascot positions, and trying out for a football team mascot is a lot like trying out for the actual team. Mascots must be athletes. Being energetic for multiple hours is intense. Not only was Peter an athlete, he could also be energetic for multiple hours.
Peter called Nancy to say that he had just auditioned to become the football teams official mascot; a Mountain Hawk. Laughing heartily, Nancy told Peter that was a terrific idea, and she wished her son luck.
Three days later, Peter telephoned his Mom to
let her know that he had won the part. He was going to be on the field, dressed
like a big, brown bird. Actually, he told his Mom, At 5
5, Im going to be dressed like a short brown bird.
Peter got to go to football games, he traveled in a small bus with the co-ed cheerleading team, and, he entertained at football games, basketball games and wrestling matches. He had an absolute blast. And even got paid for doing it!
On October 23, 1999, the Lehigh University football team, ranked No. 1 in the Patriot League, set out to battle the league rival, Holy Cross. Nancy and Helena shuffled through the capacity crowd as they headed for their seats on the 40-yard line to watch the game.
On that warm October afternoon, as Lehigh annihilated Holy Cross, Peter, the costumed Mountain Hawk soared. His wings were spread, and he was leading fans into the wave.
Peter never gives up, Nancy thought happily. Hes going to be on the football field for the entire game!
Swaying from side to side as fans performed the wave and cheered the team on for one more touchdown, Nancy and Helenas revelry was briefly interrupted when one of the fans sitting near them asked,
What number is your son?
Nancy and Helena glanced at each
other, and laughing with delight, together they shouted,
Peter graduated from Lehigh University College of Business and Economics in 2003 with a Bachelors Degree in Marketing.
In December of 2016 he accepted the position of Global Marketing Manager for Promethean, a company which develops interactive technologies for education.
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Peters mother, Nancy VanDermark, served as the national spokesperson and national training director for Adrien Arpel Cosmetics throughout the U.S. and Canada. She was a corporate sales executive and national make-up artist for Christian Dior Parfums, and the metro New York regional sales director for Versace, successfully launching Gianni Versaces make-up line in Bergdorf Goodman and Neiman Marcus. Ms. VanDermark has appeared as a featured guest on the Montel Williams Show and in the New York Times Sunday Style Section. She graduated from the Smith College Ada Comstock Scholars Program with a Bachelor of Arts degree in American Studies. Ms. VanDermark has combined a passion for womens history with her professional background and is currently writing a memoir on the power of education to genuinely, permanently and radically transform a womans life.
Books by author Nancy VanDermark
Mountain Hawk - I Wont Give Up
An Unlikely Scholar
Editing by C.K.Gurin - TheQuantumCat.com