Holly’s Battle: Looking Ahead

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Holly Keuthan sits in the back of the family van, fidgeting and occasionally pulling on a mask that covers her nose and mouth to protect her from germs.

Compared to the medical emergencies that necessitated past trips, this ride is almost leisurely. Holly’s mother, Karen, heads south on the Santa Ana Freeway, leaving behind the low, white buildings of the Children’s Hospital of Orange County, where Holly has spent the last six weeks battling cancer.

“There was a lot of tension in the car, a good tension--we were going home,” Karen says.

Holly’s homecoming has meant special preparations. Because the 6-year-old’s immune system is so weak from radiation and chemotherapy, the two-story house literally had to be cleaned from ceiling to floor to cut down on germs. The Keuthans also painted and put down new carpeting and floors.


But they have tried to leave everything else in the house the same. Her bed is piled with stuffed animals and dolls. There are still toys everywhere, including Holly’s five jump ropes.

The Keuthans finally arrive home at 2 p.m.

Holly wants to wander around but discovers she needs to grab walls and furniture to maintain her balance. The long bed stays have left her a bit unsteady.

She insists on jumping rope. Holly tries to jump at her usual pace and fails. She tries again and is able to jump only one step at a time. She begins to cry.

Karen holds Holly, trying to comfort her. She manages to divert her daughter into playing with the stuffed animals, then she quietly goes to the bathroom.

“I had to leave her so I could cry,” Karen says. “I was so upset when she couldn’t jump. But I had to hold it in. I don’t want her to know I’m upset. If she sees me cry, she’ll start crying herself.”

She stays in the bathroom until she can smile again.

For now, the doctors have purged the cancer from Holly’s leg and lungs. But the disease continues to haunt the family. There are mounting bills to pay, insurance red tape to cut through and agonizing decisions to make.


That evening, the Keuthans share their first meal together at home in months. They have Holly’s favorite: macaroni and cheese.

As the weeks go by, daily routines return. School starts again for Scott. Jan, Holly’s father, is able to work with little interruption. And Karen is back to baking muffins. Even administering the medication has become a ritual of sorts.

Every day, Karen hooks Holly up to intravenous tubes for supplemental feeding and cleans the catheter that is still attached to her chest. Twice a week, Karen draws blood from her daughter to send to the hospital. And she gives Holly daily shots to help her immune system grow more white blood cells.

But many problems persist.

The Keuthans are stuck with hospital bills that their insurer, Aetna Life Insurance Co., says are not covered by its policy.

Earlier this year, Aetna refused to pay for the aggressive chemotherapy and bone marrow transplant. Despite studies showing that bone marrow treatment could triple the chances of survival for Ewing’s sarcoma victims, Aetna ruled the treatment experimental. The company finally relented after news stories were published.

Still, Aetna will not pay all the bills, and the Keuthans owe nearly $8,000 for medical care. Jan, a communications equipment salesman at Raycom Systems, says he cannot afford it. And Karen is too busy caring for Holly to work.


The family is in debt and expects to stay that way for a long time.

Then there is the fear that the cancer will return.

Ewing’s sarcoma has a history of haunting its victims even after the most intensive treatment. The transplant will not completely safeguard Holly from cancer.

In fact, within weeks after the treatment, X-rays detected some unknown cell activity in the tumor area. While further tests determined that the movement did not involve cancerous cells, the Keuthans are advised that a decision is imminent.

Doctors tell them they have only two choices: amputation or “resection.”

Amputation would require that Holly’s right leg be removed to her hip. It’s the most effective way of ensuring that the cancer does not return.

“Resection” is a surgical procedure that would replace her leg bone with a metal rod. Every time Holly grows significantly, the rod would have to be replaced.

While amputation offers the Keuthans a onetime operation that guarantees no more cancer, resection requires painful surgeries well into Holly’s teen years. But an amputation is difficult for Jan and Karen to accept.

Although their doctors tell them that parents usually have a harder time than their children accepting amputation, Karen feels that Holly would be traumatized by losing a limb.


In her diary, which she has kept during the family’s ordeal, Karen writes:

Holly is terrified of amputees. She won’t even go near that part of the hospital. When we took her to UCLA, there was a man whose leg had been amputated, in the waiting room. Holly stood in the hallway crying until I found another waiting room. The irony of this is that several doctors have discussed amputation at length with us, but never have we discussed it with her or in front of her. I can’t help but feel like it’s some kind of omniscience on her part.

The Keuthans commit themselves to a resection even though Holly faces eight to 10 years of successive surgeries. In October, they went to UCLA Medical Center to get Holly measured for a metal rod.

Finally, on Nov. 19, Holly undergoes the resection operation at UCLA. Doctors make a seven-inch incision from Holly’s knee to her hip and remove two-thirds of her femur and her entire hip joint. They replace the bone with a metal rod and the hip with a plastic joint. The source of the cancer is now removed. The whole procedure takes three hours.

As Holly recovers from the operation, she is in traction and cannot move. Morphine takes care of the pain in her leg. The resection, however, is a success. Holly has only had low-grade fevers and there are no signs of infection.

In her third week at the hospital, doctors are encouraging Holly to take little steps with the help of a walker and a brace.

“We both feel strongly she deserves the best chance to having two legs as an adult,” Karen says. “If the cancer is gone, she can have a normal life span.”


Though future resections loom, for now there are little things worth cherishing. One morning, Karen hears her daughter cry out and rushes to her room. But it is a cry of joy.

“Mommy, I have eyebrows.”