We came here to live life like nobody was watching
Don’t Look Down
Fred Bennett’s ‘Don’t Look Down’ Fund is a Special Named Fund at CCLG raising money for research into acute lymphoblastic leukaemia (ALL) in memory of 14-year-old Fred Bennett.
From the day Fred was born he lived at full speed. He wanted to go higher, faster, with extra danger. He hated to sleep, never sat still and could always be found conjuring up elaborate plans with his friends. Life was one long episode of Wacky Races.
Fred loved anything with wheels. Our shed and hallway overflowed with bikes, scooters and skateboards. He spent months building a soapbox with his friend to launch down a hill at top speed.
We have set up the Don’t Look Down Fund in the hope that more children will get the chance to live the life they deserve. We chose the name as to encompass Fred’s fearless and risk-taking attitude as well as conveying how difficult the whole journey is. Despite everything, Fred was determined to be as active, strong and risk taking as ever, and one thing that really stood out during his illness was his mental resilience and determination. He was adamant he could still do the things he enjoyed. His determination and positive outlook kept us going and made a huge difference to how we look back on his last year.
When he began to feel tired and was off his food, we thought it was just typical 13-year-old behaviour. He had also recently broken his shoulder in an ill-advised rugby tackle. When his glands began to swell, we suspected glandular fever and took him to the GP, who recommended a blood test to confirm. Within hours, we were in A&E being told that it was leukaemia. He was immediately transferred to Birmingham Children’s Hospital to begin his treatment.
We were told that recovery rates for Acute lymphoblastic leukaemia (ALL) were very good – over 90% of children were treated successfully – and he began a three-year treatment plan of chemotherapy. We were optimistic and tried to remain positive. We managed a short holiday, and Fred was determined to go back to school, continue go-karting and playing out with his friends.
However, the treatment did not go to plan. At the end of the first six-week block he still had leukaemia in his bone marrow when it should have been clear. He was moved onto a stronger course of treatment but this was still not effective. In November, he began preparation for a stem cell transplant but it was impossible to get his disease level low enough. Standard chemotherapy wasn’t enough and a new immunotherapy drug caused severe side effects which took him to intensive care, and had to be dropped.
Early in 2020, as his leukaemia was refractory (not responsive to chemotherapy) he became eligible for Car T-cell Therapy, a new form of treatment that used the body’s own cells. They are taken out, transformed in a lab, and then put back to fight the cancer. Even though there were complications along the way, including a seizure and a positive COVID diagnosis, we continued to be hopeful that this treatment would work where chemotherapy had failed.Fred spent his 14th birthday in Great Ormond Street Hospital preparing for the cells to be given back to him. However, his doctors wanted us to be realistic. The chemotherapy they had used to keep the leukaemia at bay had not done very much and his levels were dangerously high and they had to tell us that his chances of survival were very small. When asked if he had any questions, Fred asked when he would be well enough to go swimming.
Fred died on May 3, 2020, shortly after he had received the Car T-cells, nine months after diagnosis. They proved to be no match for the leukaemia, which suddenly picked up speed and overwhelmed him. It all happened so quickly that he never knew he was dying, and never gave up hope that he would get his motorbike.
He was born in fury and he lived in lightning. He came headlong into life.
He was a giant in joy and enthusiasms. He didn’t discover the world and its people, he created them. He lived in a world shining and fresh and as uninspected as Eden on the sixth day.
His mind plunged like a colt in a happy pasture, and when later the world put up fences, he plunged against the wire, and when the final stockade surrounded him, he plunged right through it and out.John Steinbeck, East of Eden
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