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Continue reading “my book: your review?”rewriting life after unimaginable loss
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YESTERDAY, MONDAY, WAS THE DAY of Sam’s death 17 years ago. Today is the date: 4/30. And I don’t really feel any different than usual. Maybe a little heavier, but otherwise normal. Well, normal is as normal does, right? So far, I’ve followed my normal routine. Up early. Got my coffee and sat outside listening to the birds waking up. Had breakfast, threw in some laundry, went for a walk, and now . . . I’m typing this: Why is it that I no longer feel flattened by these days?
Continue reading “Year 17”5 minute read
WHEN I BEGAN TYPING THIS (months ago), I didn’t want to overthink or over-edit it, but just type about that thing I was thinking about before I sat down. But every time I sit down to write, like right now, my brain turns to slush.
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March 2, 2024. He would be twenty-six today. Or still nine. Or three-hundred and twenty-nine.
What is time anyway?
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Hypertrophic cardiomyopathy (HCM) is a common genetic disorder that affects people regardless of gender, ethnicity, age or geographic location.
The HCMA (Hypertrophic Cardiomyopathy Association, https://4hcm.org) is the preeminent organization improving the lives of those with hypertrophic cardiomyopathy, HCM, preventing untimely deaths and advancing global understanding.
Founded in 1996, HCMA is committed to providing support, education, advocacy and advancing research, understanding and care to those with HCM.
Lisa Salberg, founder of the HCMA, was and has been really helpful and forthcoming with information since Sam’s (my 9-yr-old son) sudden death caused by HCM.
If you’re in need of info or help regarding HCM, this is the go-to organization.
Phone: 973-983-7429; Email: Support@4hcm.org
At age nine, Sam’s heart condition, its size and hypertrophy, was extremely rare. And though we did everything we could to save him, my beautiful boy died from sudden cardiac death caused by HCM.
In the car windows we passed, I saw warped reflections of flashing lights alternating with sky and drifting clouds, an occasional impassive face, and more drivers on cell phones, insulated in their intact and air-conditioned worlds. A child was dying, soldiers were fighting, and yet cars and SUVs continued blocking the battle.
An excerpt from Willower: Rewriting Life After Unimaginable Loss (from Chapter 4. Monday)
Willower: Rewriting Life After Unimaginable Loss proves that without the power of words, story, and imagination (okay, and maybe a little magic), surviving the death of a child and finding one’s way through grief and back to the living again would be impossible.
Sometime after Sam’s cardiac autopsy, I had asked Dr. Angstrom to seek a second opinion, a confirmation, from Dr. Brooke at the Armed Forces Institute of Pathology. A month had passed since Sam’s death. I knew an autopsy report would come, but I didn’t expect to receive a phone call from Dr. Brooke himself.
“Was the mass a tumor or HCM?” My heart was pounding, remembering what Sam’s pediatrician had said about HCM years ago: And we don’t want it to be that.
“It was HCM,” Dr. Brooke said. “Hypertrophic cardiomyopathy.”
HCM can manifest differently in different family members. What if it was hiding, lurking in Joey’s heart? That dark cloud overhead wasn’t going anywhere. We’d have to stay vigilant, keep seeing cardiologists, checking Joey’s heart over the years, since HCM usually rears its ugly head during adolescence. I was exhausted. I just wanted to hear better news, something good, some assurance, certainty. “So . . . HCM?”
“Yes,” he confirmed. “I’m very sorry for your loss.”
I became that desperate, hypervigilant medical researcher again and continued to question him. “What caused it? Is it genetic?”
“Further testing would need to be done,” he said.
Later, further genetic testing would be done, and we’d learn that Sam was negative for any of the known genetic mutations for HCM.
“It was definitely HCM then? You’re certain?” Nervous, I kept repeating myself, pushing, not wanting to hang up because then I’d be alone with the information. In the past, I had seen the phrase “masquerading as” in my research—a tumor masquerading as HCM. “Could there be any chance, a one-percent chance, that this was anything other than HCM?”
“I don’t think so . . . No, one hundred percent sure.” He told me he had a daughter—his way, I guess, of saying he couldn’t imagine. “Again, I’m so sorry for your loss.”
When the call ended, I didn’t know what to do. Nothing had changed. Only now, I had a report with the name of the killer printed on it. Lunatic me wrote a melodramatically venomous letter to HCM, the Heart-stopping Child Murderer. But lucid me knew I was out of my mind and shredded it. Who would I send it to, anyway?
I searched online and read on Mayo Clinic’s website: Hypertrophic cardiomyopathy (HCM) is a disease in which the heart muscle becomes thickened (hypertrophied). The thickened heart muscle can make it harder for the heart to pump blood. Rarely, hypertrophic cardiomyopathy can cause heart-related sudden death in people of all ages. Because many people with hypertrophic cardiomyopathy don’t realize they have it, sudden cardiac death might be the first sign of the condition. It can happen in seemingly healthy young people, including high school athletes and other young, active adults.
I went to the Hypertrophic Cardiomyopathy Association (HCMA)’s website, https://4hcm.org, and contacted the CEO and founder, Lisa Salberg. She was kind and took the time to review and discuss at length with me Sam’s pathology report. But I wasn’t prepared for the force of her words, the blunt observations she made about the anatomy of Sam’s heart, the extent of its disease.
Using the word massive to describe his heart’s hypertrophy, its thickness, and heaviness, she explained how extremely enlarged his heart was; and in detail, described how it weighed more than the heart of an average-sized man. “He might’ve been considered for a heart transplant, though that wouldn’t have guaranteed long-term survival either,” she said. “And without an implantable defibrillator, which—though possible—isn’t commonly implanted in young patients, there couldn’t have been a different outcome.”
It was too soon, I realized too late, for me to be having a conversation about the actual weight of my child’s heart. Hearing that there couldn’t have been a different outcome was the finishing blow, the last thing I remember hearing before my world went densely silent again.
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For years, I had a purpose: to write (to finish) my story (my book).
Every day, that finish line up ahead is what kept me running; gave me energy enough to keep going, editing, rewriting. There was always something to do in order to finish.
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The day has arrived! Willower: Rewriting Life After Unimaginable Loss has been released! Like a bird I’ve kept hidden away, never quite ready to let it go. Today, I’ve finally set it free to fly out in the world, to migrate from place to place, to be found by those who are searching for a story like this, and then hopefully, to land wherever it’s needed most.
But first, I want to say how grateful I am to have worked with Marion Roach Smith, the memoir writing coach who encouraged me and pushed me toward the finish line. And Jessica Hatch, the copy editor who helped me to cross that finish line. I’ve learned so much from both of these brilliant women.
And now: I’m excited to finally share with you an entire chapter sample—the book’s opening pages: about survival.
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I can’t believe it’s almost here. Tomorrow, my book Willower: Rewriting Life After Unimaginable Loss is being released. After all these years . . . working on it, putting it down, taking breaks, coming back to it again, starting over, working, rewriting, restructuring, editing, working with editors, putting it down, then returning again determined to finish it . . . I’m standing at the finish line.
It was only a handful of months ago when I felt ready enough to try again. To re-read and edit my final manuscript, to decide on my final cover design, and then proofread every line until my eyes begged me to stop.
Finally, the day is here. Now, as I begin to let go of it, my treasure, my son, my book, I’m eager for you, too, to hear his voice, and feel his presence, and see him in the ending chapters where I’ve done my best to save him, and keep him alive—in my heart, in my imagination.
For today’s post, since so much happens in chapter 1 Sam’s heart, I’ve pulled out a few pieces for you to try. And you can read the rest once your book is delivered (wink wink).
Continue reading “Counting down: 1 more day”reading time 5 minutes
Only two days until my book Willower is published on October 17. Which, and this wasn’t planned, happens to be Reggie’s birthday (10/17/2003). Reggie who? Reggie Jackson Little Dude, that’s who—Sam’s puppy.
Funny story: once, while in Tampa to see a Yankee spring training game, we saw the Reggie Jackson in the hotel lobby. Excited, David said hello to him and then, pointing to the boys and the skinny, pigeon-toed Chihuahua standing with them, proceeded to tell Mr. Jackson that we named our dog after him. (Insert head smack emoji here.) I wanted to hide. It was a pretty awkward moment. I mean, if we had named our son after him, but that dog?!
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Only three days to go until my book Willower is released. When I started, back on Counting down: 11 days, I didn’t have a set plan. I’d just wing it, I thought, and force myself out of my comfort zone. Do some copying/pasting, write, edit, and click the publish button each day for 11 days. Sounded easy enough. But usually when I write something, I sit with it for days, sometimes a week. (Okay, sometimes a month or more depending on the word count.) Am I nuts? Yes. I edit and obsess over every word until I feel 100% certain about the choices I’ve made. These past nine days have been an interesting experiment. Pushing me to obsess less and just click-and-post; and also I am getting slightly more comfortable promoting my story. Or rather, “sharing with you in the spirit of connection.” I totally stole this line from a friend (hi Diane!). Why rewrite a perfect sentence, right? Especially when it states exactly what it is I’m wanting to do: share in the spirit of connection.
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