The Endgame

Hi friends,
This is Emily’s husband, Christian, posting on her behalf. First, let me say that Emily really wanted to write this post herself. It’s possible she will get mad at me for taking the initiative to write it, and it brings me immense pain to do so, but at this point she unfortunately isn’t really capable of it. It has always been the spirit of her writing and her journey to give an accounting in real time, not a white-washed account after the fact, and so I hope to honor that by letting you all know what is going on, now, rather than later. So here it goes. (apologies for my far less beautiful writing style)

Last Monday, Emily was supposed to go in for her weekly blood work to see if she was going to be able to receive treatment that week (not likely, since she was coming off two consecutive weeks of carboplatin chemo, which has been harder on her than any previous treatment except maybe Taxol). We (her parents and I) had been noticing some balance issues and slurring of her speech, and had been worried about it all weekend. That morning, a friend from her support group called to say hi, and was sufficiently worried by how off she sounded that she called the social worker/group leader at the Cancer Center about it. Needless to say, the SW called her oncologist, and shortly after Emily got a call from her nurse practitioner, K. The call came when Emily and her mom were already en route to the local blood center, and the NP heard her speak and immediately told her to turn around and come downtown to the main hospital urgent care center. They came home, and I volunteered to take her, and did my fastest “oh shit you need to be on a flight to China in 4 hours” packing job to get her ready for a possible overnight stay in the hospital (but of course forgot to pack anything for myself except a phone charger and a toothbrush).

The drive into the city was tense. Her rapid decline in December had felt like an anomaly; abrupt and out of nowhere. This felt different. Like it had the inexorable weight of something that had been a long time coming.

We arrived at the hospital, in the relatively early days of COVID-19 lockdowns, to something out of a sci-fi movie. Doctors and nurses in full protective gear (oh, for those heady days of plentiful N95 masks!); multiple checkpoints where we were asked the same questions over and over again: “Have you traveled outside the country? Have you had a fever? Have you experienced any shortness of breath?” Of course, Emily, in her slightly compromised mental state, answered yes to the last one. Why, yes, she HAS been short of breath! I hurried to explain that it was only after exerting herself, after climbing the stairs, and that it had been going on for months…but the protocol had been triggered. We were shunted off to the side, to get yet MORE questionnaires asking the same questions, by at least 3 nurses, until finally we were interrogated by the doctors in full hazmat suits, to determine if she warranted COVID-19 testing (because this was two weeks ago, when our country did not yet HAVE test kits to spare).

She did not. We passed this test.

What followed was a whirlwind of tests, scans, and waiting around. Her bilirubin level was at 10, up from 3.5 a week earlier, when it should be below 1.5. This was the thing Dr. G had warned us of; that the bilirubin wouldn’t creep upward, it would suddenly spike, which marked the end game. Everything now hinged on the imaging of her liver, if they could find a blockage into which they could implant a stent, to drain the bilirubin.

They did not. We failed this test.

In the most gut wrenching moment of the hospital stay, we got a phone call from Dr. G, her primary oncologist from the very beginning. She was so sorry, but she couldn’t come in person to tell us (she was in the clinic, and we were in the hospital, and in the days of COVID-19, ne’er the twain shall meet), but there was nothing more they could do. There was no one or few blockages they could address surgically, more like a million tiny blockages. And with her liver function so low, any medical/chemical treatment they gave her would immediately poison her to death. Checkmate.

The last 2.5 years have often felt like a chess game. One played against an opponent who was smarter and faster than you, and could change the rules at will, but didn’t have to tell you of the rule changes until they had already taken several moves. Cancer cheats, and it isn’t fair. Some day, justice will come, as it does to all cheaters, and we will get the upper hand. We had thought, we had hoped, that Emily would live to see that day, that science would come through, that the breakthrough would come in time to save her.

It did not. Science failed her.

But it doesn’t have to fail the next person. We are on the cusp of so many great things, and if Emily has taught us anything, it is to push, to reach, to strive for more, for better. But it will take commitment, dedication, and resources. Emily spent the last 2.5 years of her life fighting not only for herself and her family, but for the thousands of others like her. She often said that she felt this was her life’s work; that everything in her life, since she was a little girl going to the library to look up medical textbook images of tumors, everything had been building to this time. I know the impact she has had in this community, from the hundreds of messages we have already received, from people just worried because her constant drumbeat of advocacy fell silent for only a week.

It will not stay silent. Her message and her mission will not fail.

In the coming months, I hope to introduce you to some of the initiatives and organizations for which Emily has planned and lain the groundwork. I can’t promise that they will all see the light of day; after all, we all know that she, the Leslie Knope of Mount Kisco, could accomplish more on her own than an entire battalion of workers could. But she has always been a firm believer in grassroots movements, and I hope to plant the seeds of her many visions in the months and years to come, and see what sprouts.

As I type this, she is resting fairly comfortably at home. I moved our big bed (with the mattress she picked out and adores) downstairs, so she doesn’t have to deal with the stairs. And I finally bought her the full body u-shaped pregnancy pillow that she has always wanted, which she is contentedly spooning. She is not really in any pain (and we have LOADS of drugs if she ever is), and both of our sets of parents and Felix are here to give her all the love and kisses she needs. This COVID-19 BS is pretty awful, because there are so many of you that I/we would want hugs and beers with right now, of all times, but alas, it is not to be. Soon. And until then, Zoom. But please know that we lack for little, material wise. Unfortunately, as I alluded to earlier, Emily is not in much position to read or respond to any messages (the ammonia buildup in her system due to her liver failure has made her pretty loopy and sleepy). But any comments you post here will certainly be read by me and transferred to her in love and kisses.

Love to you all,
Emily, Christian, and Felix

18 thoughts on “The Endgame

  1. My heart felt prayers and love are coming your way. I did not know Emily but have been following her journey through her incredible writing. What an amazing woman she is. A warrior, an inspiration on so many levels. Thinking of your entire family at this time and always…..

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  2. Emily, Christian, and Felix, I have deep respect and gratitude for “an accounting in real time, not a white-washed account after the fact.” Emily’s posts have educated and inspired me and profoundly touched my heart. Christian, thank you for stepping in at this most difficult time with your own moving post.

    I am so glad that we have crossed paths at family gatherings. We are are holding all of you close in our hearts. Christian, please give our love also to your parents.
    Donna Mellen (Kathy’s sister) and Don Carew


  3. I have been following Emily’s blog, she is a remarkable woman, an inspiration to those with cancer. She would be proud of your beautifully written post Christian if she could read it. I am glad that she has her loved ones close by. Sending much love to you all. ❤️


  4. I am so sorry for all that your family has gone through. I know there are no words that will soften the reality or ease your broken hearts. Just know that I care.


  5. I am so sad that the science wasn’t able to help Emily. I have read all her posts and she is a beautiful writer and an amazing woman. Your post about the Endgame is heart wrenching. My thoughts and prayers are with you and your family……


  6. I’m so absolutely saddened to read this. Emily helped me tremendously when I was first diagnosed. She had a way of providing comfort. I got to meet her and hug her in person in October. She was a remarkable human being. Sending all of my love to her boys and her parents.


  7. Christian and Emily,
    Thank you for the update. Please know there are people around the world praying for your continued comfort, more moments of joy, and support during the tears. Emily’s legacy will continue.
    Though we are strangers, holding your family dearly in my heart.


    1. Dear Emily and family,
      It’s been a few weeks since you posted this and what feels like a lifetime some days lately. Just wanted you to know there are still people thinking of you, checking in and praying for you. It is such an honor to share part of your lives and Emily’s beautiful, intimate thoughts/writing. Sorry, I am doing a terrible job describing her writing- her writing speaks to your soul and the best I can say is it’s humbling to share moments on earth with such an gifted person. She continues to make a difference in lives and the world is a better place for her being in it.


  8. I was just thinking about the day Emily and Felix came today visit me and my girls at our little town lake. I’m so glad we made that day happen, we all had so much fun hiking through the woods barefoot after swimming for hours, and I’ll think of her whenever I visit. Please hug her for me. And hugs to you and Felix as well.


  9. Dear Emily and Christian, I am so sorry to hear this news. I, too, am battling stage 4 breast cancer here in Albuquerque and I can relate to what you are going through. Like you said, cancer cheats and it isn’t fair. Science has come a long way but not all the way fast enough. You are in my thoughts and prayers. Can Emily eat? Does she like NM chile? I will be happy to send you some if so. Please let me know. We have the best on the planet. It’s called Hatch Chile.
    Franchesca Stevens


  10. Sadly, I have never met you in person, but I have watched your story from afar. I live in Seattle and enjoy Babish. Like many of us, we heard of her story on that web series and were touched. After seeking out her current condition today, I read this post from a few days back. I don’t know if Emily is still with us. I just know you are on my heart, in my thoughts, and most importantly…. my prayers.

    I would never be so ludicrously bold to assume you should share my faith walk and I do not want to do what so many other Christians would want to do or say in this situation, however I must offer something to you. I want to offer this kind prayer and please know it’s from my heart to yours.

    Lord Jesus…. you created Emily and her family. You have given her so much and her life has been extraordinary, in general joy and happiness and now, even as she passes softly. She is a wonderful woman, lover of life, intensely talented and intelligent, and married well. Her legacy is rare… one so full of love and life. What is happening will always be a mystery. I pray for your face to shine upon her during this transition and comfort for her family as she nears her end. Amen.

    I will always hold a tremendous respect for her and your family. May she rest comfortably in the arms of the Lord.



  11. Wow what an incredible woman you have there Christian and she would be so proud of your endgame post .
    Sending hugs and strength from UK woman x


  12. Just sending love to Emily and the family as you go through these extremely difficult times. I was Emily’s Stitch Fix stylist and have followed her store ever since I styled her. My Aunt survived B.C. so her story was close to my heart. She is a beautiful soul and though we didn’t “know” each other, her strength, grace, and perseverance has touched my life. How I will miss her eloquent writing. She popped into my mind today and decided to check in…Sending lots of prayers and comfort. xo


  13. I’ll admit this is the first post on Emily’s blog that I’ve read, but I will be going back and reading her journey for sure. I came across you both from watching Binging with Babish and immediately set to seeing how Emily is doing and I am so incredibly sorry that it’s not better news and she has taken such a rapid decline in already turbulent times. I’m so glad she has all of you guys around her though, no matter how loopy she is she feels all the love and comfort for having her family close by. I wish you, Felix, Emily, and the whole of your family all the best, I live over in the UK so please let her know her message has spread far and wide ❤


  14. I am so, so sorry that you and your family have to go through this. I know how heart wrenching this is, and I will be sure to pray for you, Emily sounds like an amazing person to be able to endure all of that and still be so inspired to write. I will send prayers and love your way.


  15. Just watched the Being with Babish episode and went searching to see how Emily was doing, very sorry to find this post here. I lost my dad to lung cancer in December and I couldn’t help but wipe tears from my eyes watching the show then reading this. My thoughts and prayers are with you and your family……


  16. Emily was on my mind and heart today and I realized I hadn’t seen an update from her in some time. I found an old email she sent me after we met at an event in Brooklyn which led me here. Hoping someone will see this and pass on some love to her for me


  17. Christian and Felix:

    I am re-reading this a year plus later and my heart is going out to you and your entire family. Keeping you close in my heart and prayers.



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