David Jacobson 1950 – 2012

 

David JacobsonDavid Jacobson spent over 20 years working for Access Alaska as an advocate, mentor, peer, civil rights activist and manager. He was the embodiment of the Independent Living Movement. In November of 2010 David was diagnosed with pancreatic cancer.

David left us Sunday, Sept 16 around 6:40 p.m. David had a long list of things he wanted to get done before he died.  He managed to check most of them off the list. The Access Alaska endowment fund being his last big project.

Last week David wrote:

My life is now coming full circle and I wish to thank Access Alaska for helping me achieving what I was capable of and thereby live a meaningful life. I wish to set up an endowment fund so that Access Alaska can continue to provide services into the future.

I’m asking you to help and here’s the reason why:

My story is not unusual. Many, many others have similar stories of how Access Alaska taught them that their lives were defined not by their disabilities but by their capabilities and how they then became part of a powerful force to help transform our entire community. All of us, not just disabled persons are the beneficiaries of our strengthened community.

It is difficult to draw a line between “the disabled” and “the rest of us” in any case, and, as we age, that distinction becomes even more tenuous. Access Alaska provides resources & teaches valuable skills to a wide range of people and the ripples thereby created touch us all.

I challenge you to give generously up to the amount you are able to create an endowment for Access Alaska and I pledge that I will match your donation up to $100,000. Your donation is fully tax deductible.

Between us, my friends, we can ensure that Access Alaska remains fiscally able to continue its wonderful work into the future.

A service will be held in November, details about any plans will be forthcoming.

Please share your stories about David on our Facebook page.

Obituary in News Miner, September 23.

Access Alaska is grateful to David and Dena for their generous donation to endow the Jacobson Family Fund. If you would like to contribute to the fund you can do so here.

Please read this News Miner article about David’s last wish.

David loved his cabin in the Alaska Range, one of Dena’s last status updates she wrote about the cabin, “It is such a life affirming awesome place it’s impossible to feel unconnected to events which occurred millions of years ago and it is comforting to know that mountains will endure long after our deaths.”

Anchorage – Independent Living Advocate

INDEPENDENT LIVING ADVOCATE

ACCESS ALASKA INC. 1217 E 10th Ave Anchorage, AK 99501

We strongly encourage persons who experience a disability to apply!

Applications can be found: on our website at http://accessalaska.org/about-us/employment/.  Please submit an application, resume, and cover letter to hr@accessalaska.org or fax these documents to (907) 248-0639.

Access Alaska is seeking a qualified individual to fill a full-time Independent Living Advocate position in our Anchorage office! An ideal candidate will be compassionate, resourceful, and be familiar with community resources.  This position will actively assist persons experiencing disabilities to live independently within the community of their choice and to achieve physical, emotional, and economic independence.

Duties:

  • Helps consumers develop an Independent Living (IL) Plan that reflects their individual goals and needs; structures the IL Plan, completes appropriate documentation, assists consumers to learn and use the specialized skills or increased capacities needed to implement their IL plan.
  • Help consumers develop independent living plans and complete personal goals.
  • Help consumers’ access resources and information from numerous community agencies.
  • Educate consumers regarding their rights, how to self-advocate for their needs, and how to complete the administrative process and paperwork needed to secure needed services.
  • Provides vocational and employment skill building activities to assist consumers in finding and sustaining consistent work.

Requirements:

  • BA/BS in Social Services preferred; Two (2) years of college or equivalent topic-specific training.
  • Three (3) years in the health and human services field working with directly with clients or consumers.
  • Experience in health and human services field a must
  • Must be able to pass a background check and have reliable transportation.

Benefits package offered: Medical Dental Vision, generous PTO, 10 paid Holidays 403-B, Life Insurance, Bereavement Leave

Pay $17.24 – $21.21 DOE

Access Alaska, Inc. is an equal opportunity employer. Access Alaska, Inc. makes every effort to ensure that in every phase of its recruitment and selection processes equal employment opportunity is provided to all individuals regardless of race, color, genetics, sex, gender identity or expression, sexual orientation, age, religion, marital status, change in marital status, pregnancy, parenthood, disability, national origin or citizenship, or veteran’s status. Access Alaska, Inc. is an at-will employer.

the cloak of fatherhood

The tailor of my spirit

fashioned for me a cloak,

of fatherhood,

Cut from the cloth

of the father I knew,

not just the man

the world saw,

but the father

He longed to be,

if I were to be a father

I could be that man for him….

The Cloak, made over my lifetime,

hidden, all but forgotten,

lay folded in wait,

sprung from its hiding place

fitted itself to me

in less than a blink, at feeling

the first kick of my child, through

the thinning skin of her mother’s belly.

The strong fabric of many lives,

stitched, woven into a garment of identity

often liberating, in its confining nature,

always there, a perfect fit.

Over the years, snagged on reality, many times,

the fabric would fray & fringe,

never failing, always there, giving

purpose to my life, guiding

my every step.

I, in contemplation, am comforted,

seeing loose threads, thought lost,

were chosen by my children

to weave into their own garment,

now hanging in the closet of their soul

until needed.

I know in my heart, Somewhere

my father is proud of the

way his grand children chose

to dress themselves.

T.F. Box

The Mask By T. Frank Box

On the last of my radiation treatments, in September of 1999, I waited to see the oncologist for my chemotherapy referral. I held the strange plastic mesh mask in my lap that had held my head motionless as the six million electron volts of x-ray radiation was beamed through my brain for all of the thirty treatments. The mask was made of a white thermal plastic that was heated, molded to my face and then bolted to a table as I lay there for twenty minutes for it to cool. I was glad my nuclear treatments were over, but was not looking forward to the twelve months of Chemo that would be starting soon. The mask was a trophy to hang on the wall as a reminder of just how far I had come. 2 brain surgeries and 30 radiation treatments completed, only one year of chemotherapy left to go. My Mother and daughter were with me, but I felt very alone. The thoughts of loosing another year to being sick seemed unbearable until I met the man with the blue mask.

A couple entered the waiting area and as they passed I noticed he had a mask much like mine. Unlike my mask, his was blue, and had the eyes, nose and mouth cut out. He seemed alone like me, separated from a world that has no clue what it feels like to have brain cancer. We eyed each other with the interest just as members of any elite group might; a conversation just seemed to start on its own. He seemed to know that I would understand his anxiety from the radiation burns and surgical scars that made my head look like a red swollen soft ball.

Within minutes we were opening up our lives to each other, trading stories, as two long lost friends, or two soldiers in a foxhole with a common enemy that was seeking to remove their life. Two souls met that talked and understood the language of a brain cancer patient. My mask was solid with only the standard holes left by the plastic mesh to see and breathe through, his mask had the eyes mouth and nose area cut out a little, so I asked if he were claustrophobic. He confirmed my suspicions and added that the MRIs were hellish and the valium was the only thing that saved him.

Then our conversation drifted toward our individual prognosis, his cancer seemed much worse than mine. As he opened up to me, in desperation to explain it to someone who might understand it became clear he had only a few weeks to live. As he unloaded his fears and frustrations on me, every passion filled word slammed home. His wife, just a little behind him and to the left, was out of his peripheral vision, and I could her face as she hung on every word as he retold a story she knew too well.

“Its in my liver, I do what they say! Its in my Lungs, I do what they say! And now it’s in my brain, and I am doing what they say again! But they tell me I only have a few weeks! Maybe six. As he inhaled for next verse of his tirade, I locked eyes with him, and then shifted my gaze to his petrified wife; he turned and saw her pained expression, as if her very core were being sucked out. As he looked back to me I nodded toward the hallway and asked if I could have a word with just him, he followed with his head bowed a little as his wife slumped into a chair sobbing into her hands. We had an unobstructed view of the waiting room through the glass of the personal agony she felt in having her husband torn from her. I was moved to speak some words of comfort, and don’t know where the words came from, but the words flowed with clarity that spoke to his heart as only another cancer patient could.

I said, “She really loves you?” He said, “I know.” I continued, “… and she has been with you through this entire ordeal?” He nodded yes. I said, “Your life is from now till it’s over; how do you want her to remember you? If you only have a few days, make them count! Be strong for her!”

He grabbed me in an appreciative hug, and thanked me. I could see them through the glass as they embraced ready to enjoy their remaining time together in this life.

I have reflected on those few moments of clarity over the last several years as I drift from brain cancer patient to brain cancer survivor status. The words I spoke to him were ones that I needed to hear. I have been given everything that man thought he wanted, and he had everything I thought I wanted. He had some one to love him his whole life through. I was given the time he wanted, but no partner to share it with.

Thinking of life as a proportion; it is difficult to say who got the better deal. I was chosen to live, and he was chosen to have love every minute of his earthly life. He felt his life being torn from him as I felt my true love slipping away with the part of my brain that was removed. I guess life is about suffering well, falling with grace, and loving as if your life depended on it, in the end it does.

T.F.B.

PS. Three years later while sitting church, a nice lady walked in, and we talked a little… drank some coffee… talked a little more. And we were married in September of 2003.

Anchorage – Head Injury Support Group

First and third Tuesday of each month, 6 to 8 pm at Access Alaska – Anchorage [map]

Peer Support Group meeting for survivors of all types of Head injuries and their families, friends, caregivers and interested service providers. The content of each meeting varies in direct proportion to those in attendance.

For information call Frank at 248-4777.

Fairbanks – Wall Busters Advocacy Group

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Second and fourth Mondays of the month, 1:00 – 2:30pm at Access Alaska – Fairbanks [map]

Our Mission: To educate and advocate for the removal of barriers to independence for people with disabilities.

Call Art or Cassie at Access Alaska 479-7940 for information or to inquire about transportation.

More Information:

Fairbanks – Multiple Sclerosis Support Group

Meets the 2nd Wednesday of the month, noon to 1:30 at Denali Center – 1510 19th Avenue, Fairbanks, AK [map]

We are an open, casual, candid discussion group where you are free to share ideas, share problems, share experiences, share information, and give support to each other. Come visit our group, you will find you are not alone. We welcome all; friends, caregivers and family!

Thanks to MS Foundation, MS Society, Access Alaska and the Denali Center!