Trixie would be leaving her husband and children behind while she stayed in the U.S. so if anyone knows how she can stay here temporarily to see her mother, please let me know.
Thank you!
This journal is about my journey with a rare cancer. I started writing my thoughts when I was first diagnosed at age 27, and it eventually evolved into this web page. I hope that it reaches anyone out there that may feel alone. I know I felt alone when I was first told that I had this thing called cancer. And not just any cancer. Adrenal Cortical Cancer (ACC), is a rare and lethal cancer with no cure. I have been blessed to have survived this cancer twice.
| LITTLE RYAN'S LEGACY LIVES ON | ||||
| Date : 08.12.07 | ||||
Ryan Brown, from Skellingthorpe, died on December 13, 2006 - exactly a month before his fifth birthday. He lost his brave battle against adrenal cancer, which affects less than 30 Britons a year. But despite his suffering, family and friends say they will always remember Ryan as a happy little boy. Ryan's grandfather Alec Brown (51), from South Hykeham, said: "He had been so brave and we will always remember the smile on his face." Now his family have set up the Ryan Brown Foundation to ensure Ryan's memory will live on. The foundation aims to raise awareness of adrenal cancer, send terminally ill children and their families on holidays to Tenerife, and boost funds to buy chemotherapy pumps for Great Ormond Street Hospital and the children's ward at Queen's Medical Centre, Nottingham. |
As one of San Clemente's surfing icons of the 1970s, Jeff "Midget" Smith rode liquid mountains all over the world. Life was good. Since then it has been a rollercoaster ride – 22 years ago he was diagnosed with testicular cancer and, after a two-year ordeal, he beat it.
Now, after two decades of good health, with a blip in the middle, the ride has bottomed again. Smith, 55, was diagnosed with adrenal cancer. Unable to obtain medical coverage for cancer, he has struggled with his bills but sees an upside. He is confident he will beat cancer again, and the surf community is behind him.
On Oct. 27, friends will toss a benefit party at Duke's. On Nov. 15, OC Tavern will host a benefit. And in January, a benefit surf contest is in the works at the pier to help with Smith's bills.
"He has already gone through three treatments of chemo, and his medical bills are piling up," said Sean Haggar, general manager for Hobie Surfboards and Smith's son-in-law. The Midget Smith benefits will, for some, rekindle memories of a 1985 surf industry benefit for him that drew 400 people to the Coach House.
The Sun Post News asked him about life, friends and beating cancer.
Q. I don't want to make you shy or anything, but you were San Clemente's best surfer at one point in the 1970s.
A. Actually, at that point in time, probably, because the shortboard thing had just started to happen a few years before. The old-school guys couldn't adapt to it, so it was us younger guys who came along.
Q. How far did you take it, competitively?
A. I won quite a few amateur titles here. I did turn pro. I think my best finish was equal 17th in South Africa. I had a modicum of success, not a lot.
Q. In those days you couldn't make a living off of it.
A. No, but it sure was fun.
Q. When did you switch from pro surfer to contest judge?
A. 1978-79. I got tired of complaining about the judging and figured I'll do something about it. I was head judge here in North America for 12 years. Then I moved on to do the ASP World Longboard Tour as the head judge for five years.
Q. And all the while, you were making surfboards.
A. I started in 1969. I went to work for Hobie, general cleanup, making fins. I wound up spending most of my time watching Terry Martin shape. He caught me one day peeking around the corner and dragged me in.
Q. When did you start shaping your own boards?
A. 1972. Then I opened my shop in 1978.
Q. When did cancer strike you?
A. 1985. Testicular cancer, same thing Lance Armstrong had. They went in to take it out and found three other tumors of different types of cancer. It made it a bit more involved. It took two years to get through that whole thing.
Q. And they declared you clean?
A. Yes. I wound up going to City of Hope.
Q. And you couldn't get insurance after 1985?
A. I could, but they wouldn't cover anything that was related to the cancer. So I'm pretty much out on my own at this point.
Q. How did you discover the new one?
Q. I went to France in May and didn't feel very well when I came home. I thought I just picked up a bug. I started to lose a lot of weight, about 15 pounds. I knew immediately that something was up. This one is a carcinoma. It's on the adrenal gland, which sits on top of the kidney. They say it's fairly curable. I seem to be responding really well.
A. And your medical bills?
A. Pretty astronomical. One chemotherapy cost me $15,000, and I've got to have six of those. And I was admitted to the emergency room, and that one ran $20,000, just to go to the emergency room for three days.
Q. And insurance won't cover any of it?
A. No. So far, I've paid everything ... I've ruined my business, just taking all the money out of it. You do what you have to do.
Q. But you have the surfing industry behind you. It's got to feel good.
A. Very good. It's kind of surprising how quickly everything has come together.
Q. What are your hopes for this time?
A. I have no idea what to expect.
Q. Are you surfing now.
A. No. The chemo knocks the (heck) out of your immune system, so I can't take a chance picking up an infection from the water. The last time I surfed, a couple of weeks before I went into the hospital, I had a great time surfing.
Q. Are you judging?
A. I'm not judging at this point, until I get through the disease. I've already had to turn down a couple of jobs. One was in Chile, unfortunately! But I've got to get through this first.
Q. What would you like to say to the community?
A. Come on out and have a good time! I appreciate everybody coming through like this for me.
Q. If you had to say it, what would you say is your place in San Clemente surf history?
A. I'd like to think that I've steered a couple of guys to the right path on their careers … like Dino Andino and Andy Fomenko, two guys that actually wound up having a career and making some money at it and turned out to be really nice human beings.
JEFF (MIDGET) SMITH
Born:Michigan, 1951
To San Clemente:1961, age 10
First surfboard ride:Age 13
First surf photo inSun Post:1972.
Duke's benefit:6 p.m. Oct. 27, 204 S. El Camino Real, $5 donation at door.
OC Tavern benefit:7 p.m. Nov. 15, 2369 S. El Camino Real, $10 donation at door.
To donate raffle prizes or help in any way:Call Sean Haggar at 949-525-3784 or e-mail haggar@hobie.com.
From the Orange County Register
It's been so long since I've written that I almost forgot my password to this journal. Excuse me while I re-read my last entry.
Well I did end up meeting with my friends and getting my hair cut back in November. The photo above is the "before" shot.
I have neglected this site for some time and I apologize. Some of you have written to ask about my well-being. I am fine. I reached my 5-year anniversary from my liver recurrence back in February. May 7 of this year marked my 9-year anniversary from my very first bout with cancer. First bout? Let's change that to first time. I was a newcomer back in 1998.
So here I am. One reason I have not written could be that I haven't been active in adrenal cancer advocacy. You know that song Sitting Here in Limbo by Jimmy Cliff? Since my last entry, I would always log on to this journal and type only to delete the entry. I wasn't inspired to post anything..."like a bird ain't got a song." I didn't have any songs to sing to you about.
How are you? I hope always that you are well, my friends.


I re-read my post from three years ago when I started teaching Bible study for fourth graders. I was so nervous. Since then I've moved up each year with the same group of kids. Those fourth graders are now in seventh grade!
Last week was the first day of class. It was definitely overwhelming. My have they changed. I lost my voice trying to talk over them. The 2nd grade teacher next door complained to the office about our "rowdy" class. There is a considerable difference in the volume and hormones as compared to our neighbors. I let my class socialize a bit since they hadn't seen each other since May. I took their photos individually and as a class. 10 boys and 5 girls. Lord, help us.
Meanwhile back at the university...I'm in my last year in obtaining my teaching credential so that I can teach in the public school system here in California. I dropped off my fingerprints and application in Los Angeles today for a substitute position. That means I could get the call to sub anywhere from K-8 within two weeks! Holy Majoly! I start my student teaching in January. One of my professors suggested that I continue on to get my Master's for the bump in pay stimulation of brain cells. I've seriously thought about it. My interest of thesis would be teaching kids the research and reporting process in the least painful way possible. A thesis on the thesis. Think multi-genre incorporating, photos, artwork, poetry and journals. The kids would own it and be proud of whatever topic they choose to research. I haven't formally declared my change in major.
That was the strong "me" talking. The weak "me" fears about working that hard and then falling flat. I mean I don't have all the energy I used to have. But if I knew that failure wasn't an option...If I could be certain that cancer wouldn't be there to meet me later...So many if's. I have a friend who went to university on a full scholarship only to have Adrenal Cancer take that away. Is it better to have tried than not? Of course I already know the answer.
So part of me just wants to take that credential and run with it. Just give me my own classroom because that I know is my true calling.
Did I mention my grandmother was a teacher? She is my inspiration. She died at a young age from pancreatic cancer.
I stumbled upon her journal a few years ago. I turned it into a blog. Here's a link to my past. In it she talks about bringing my mom home from the hospital soon after her birth. Like me, she's a movie buff. She comments on her favorite films and actors. I love reading her favorite quotes. Here's a link to her blog. How cool is she?!! My grandma has a blog. You rock Lola!
Happy Holidays!
Pat, a caregiver in our support group, set up a wonderful store on cafepress. Now you can purchase a cozy coffee mug, stylish t-shirt, or even postage stamps with our ACC logos. Shop in the name of ACC! All profits benefit the research and treatment of adrenal cancer.










