January 14th, 2009

WNL

WNL-XLIX: "Everybody wants to go on laughing when everything says it might be time to cry"


It's a cool, warm morning on a January day
And for the first time, I've got nothing to say
So I slowly eat my breakfast as they talk about the game
And I pray you might have spoken my name


And everybody wants to go on laughing
when everything says it might be time to cry
But I feel alive, see it in my eyes -- the saddest eyes you've ever seen
And I can't let go of someone I need to know -- it's not time for you to go
So don't leave me, Maureen

When the sun woke this morning and gently touched my face
For a moment, I didn't recognize this place
So I looked inside the mirror and who'd you think I'd see
The very best parts of you staring at me

And everybody wants to go on laughing
when everything says it might be time to cry
But I feel alive, see it in my eyes -- the saddest eyes you've ever seen
And I can't let go of someone I need to know -- it's not time for you to go
So don't leave me, Maureen

Spoken: Well about two weeks later, she died. And in the midst of
all the sadness and heartache, I was glad about one thing. I was glad that
I'd taken the time to tell my parents just much I love them, whenever I could.
You see, the people in your life -- the people in your life that you love...
Well, you've gotta let them know how you feel. 'Cause one day, that opportunity
-- it's going to be gone.

And everybody wants to go on living
when everything says it might be time to die
But I feel alive, seeing inside my eyes -- the saddest eyes you've ever seen
And I won't let go of someone I need to know -- it's not time for you to go
So don't leave me...
Don't leave me...
Don't leave me...
Maureen


-"Maureen," Fred LeBlanc

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WNL-XLIX: The Prolougue

I was working at the firehouse the morning almost six years ago my mom called to say that she was heading to the doctor. She'd been having trouble with nausea and abdominal pain and was finally seeking an answer. As a kindergarten teacher, a mid-day trip anywhere -- let alone to the doctor's office -- was rare, so I understood the significance. But I didn't worry. I don't worry about the things everyone else does. That's just not how I roll. Maybe that's why I'm a firefighter.

I went about my day, honestly expecting nothing except a good news phone call from my mom. Her diet is more peculiar than mine and I'm pretty sure I credited that with most all of her symptoms. Finally, the phone call came. She was in the hospital. The ultrasound at the doctor's office found what they thought were cysts in five areas of her abdomen. She was admitted to the hospital for pain control and so doctors could take a second look to figure out the problem. After hanging up the phone, I went into the day room and briefed my bosses, who gave me their blessings to get the hell out Dodge.

On my way out of the firehouse, I remember saying a little prayer. I tried to explain to God that at 25, I was too young to lose a parent.

By the time I made it to the small community hospital back home, it was getting dark. A couple of my mom's friends were outside of her room as I walked in. My mom was asleep and every light was off. I sat down in the chair beside her bed, propped my feet up on a second chair and just sat in the darkness. A vast uncertainty stood before me and I wondered if this was how my mom felt when facing the mortality of her own parents.

* * * * *

The next day, we met with the local surgeon. I think I'll always remember him coming into the room, clad in scrubs, walking to the side of the room between the bed and the windows -- sort of metaphorically blocking the light. He was pretty sure it was cancer. I watched my mom crumble. I watched some of her friends sign her death warrant. Even though I didn't write about it here at the time, my world sort of suspended itself at that moment.

Some moms knit. Some moms cook. My mom's hobby has often been worry. So the mere utterance of the word cancer sent that tendency into overdrive. She'd seen my aunt battle through it twice. You might think that knowing someone who'd beat it two times would be inspirational... but it also gives you twice the opportunity to know how awful the disease can be. As for some of her friends, I was frustrated that they were so ready to accept what would become a premature diagnosis. They weren't rooting for cancer by any means, but they'd already resigned themselves to that fact. Quite possibly, I would have boarded the gloom train myself except that someone had to stick around and be the optimist.

* * * * *

On the third day of the ordeal, we transferred her out of our hometown hospital and into the big city where she could be closer to me and doctors that were better equipped to handle... well... anything.

I dare say that there were more people in the atrium of the new hospital than there were patients in the old. As I walked in through the front doors, everyone in the lobby seemed to be going about their normal day. Surprisingly, nobody looked unhappy. I'd noticed this elsewhere, too. The world seemed to be going about its business without any acknowledgment of this huge thing happening in my life. My outward optimism aside, I felt as though my entire life had been derailed with the idea that my mom might have cancer. The world was running all around me and I was at a crawl.

"And everybody wants to go on laughing
when everything says it might be time to cry
But I feel alive, seeing inside my eyes -- the saddest eyes you've ever seen
And I can't let go of someone I need to know
It's not time for you to go..."

-Maureen, Fred LeBlanc

* * * * *

My story has a happy ending. The big city doctors found no cancer. After a few more days of tests and observation, she was discharged. Within a week or two, my mom was back to her old self. My prayer had been answered. I was too young to lose a parent. In the end, there were theories as to what happened. I'm not sure that any of the doctors really knew for sure. After all, there is a reason they call it practicing medicine. The important thing to me was that life resumed. I had my mom back. I no longer felt as though I was living in a world separate from everyone else.

Tonight, I can't help but wish that Alex had the opportunity to feel that very same way.

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