Everybody Loves Somebody, Sometime…
Julian entered this world on October 30, 1987. In his story, we learn that Julian was “Cool on the court or in the classroom” and that he had a way of “putting everyone at ease with his charm, charisma, and that megawatt smile.” This smile shone, even in unlikely quarters.
As a young man with big dreams, headed to the University of Minnesota, Julian took a major detour through osteosarcoma treatment. In stark words, his mother Theresa, an RIS Board Member and a leader in the Red Flags Campaign, tells us that “Chemotherapy did not work. A three month aggressive protocol involving a rotating cycle of drugs including: adriamiacin, metheltrexate, cisplatin, ifosfamide, doxorubin, etoposide, and interferon; drugs we came to know all too well, did not work. Weeks on end of chemotherapy treatment with short breaks to recover and rebuild his immune system, did not work. In-patient hospital stays for days at a time; days extending into weeks, weeks in and out of the hospital on Unit 5B, extending into months. It didn’t work.”
And the bad news continued, with the “clinic visit from hell” when the family learned that Julian would need to give up his arm in the quest to save his life. The family wailed and mourned and went away in shock. It was “an awful time,” but even the hardest of times may be graced with beauty.
The day after his entire arm and shoulder were removed, Julian’s mother Theresa, her sister Carmen and their dear friend Barb sat vigil in his hospital room. In Theresa’s words, his afternoon nurse was “an extremely handsome man of slight build and striking dark, thick, curly hair” with a slight accent. After he left, Carmen noted that he looked like Dean Martin, and said she wished she knew a Dean Martin song to sing. Then, Theresa tells us, “my son started to sing. No, not just sing, he became Dean Martin as if on cue, singing Everybody Loves Somebody in a subtle, perhaps even drug induced, Dean Martin drawl. Oh man, did we howl.” Incredulous that her nineteen-year old son would not only know a Dean Martin song but sing it just like Dean, Theresa, Carmen and Barb “laughed ourselves to tears, forgetting for just a few moments that our boy had lost his arm . . .”
We are so sorry that Theresa lost Julian, at least from this earth. Yet here was an “unforgettable ray of hope and shower of love” that helped get Julian, his family and their friends through the sarcoma journey.