We went to the Relay for Life event in our hometown of Nutley (I affectionately call it ‘Cell Block N’ – people grow up here and NEVER LEAVE! Michele is just one of nearly 30K people that think Nutley is the Vatican and the rest of the world leads unholy lives beyond its borders). The town does an awesome job with this annual event (10th year) and they announced over a million dollars raised to fight cancer over the past 10 years. Seeing all the people, many there to honor loved ones that have been lost to the menace that is cancer, was inspiring. It stirred strong emotional strings from my past when, through unfortunate circumstance, I learned the importance of taking a step back and being thankful for all that life brings to you, even the ache of losing someone you love, because without love, there can be no ache and without love, life has no virtue.
So as I watched my three girls from a short distance in the park where the Relay for Life was being held, I became nostalgic and thankful for the abundance of love that I have in my life. As we packed up and headed back to the empire of estrogen we call home, I remembered a couple of things I wrote in the past that I think do a decent job of conveying the importance of taking a step back and being thankful, even if your current situation is not ideal at any point in time.
I originally wrote down the following words on the third anniversary of my daughter Gabriella’s passing. I modified it a little to include some more recent developments:
Alone with your thoughts just prior to sleep allows you to ponder a seemingly endless array of things that race through your mind. Some of those things make sense and are easily digested but some fill you with rage, strain your consciousness and ultimately question your faith, whatever that may be. The passing of my daughter Gabriella six years ago falls into the latter category as does my wife Michele’s cancer diagnosis. Six years has not dulled the pain of losing Gabriella but it has greatly enhanced my appreciation for the things in my life that mean so much to me, most importantly my wife Michele, my daughters Liliana and Anabella, and all my family and friends that care for me and I for them.
Without warning things can suddenly get utterly and hopelessly perplexing and there is nothing you can do or say to make it right in your heart or mind. I encourage you to pause for a moment to embrace and cherish the things that make sense in your life.
A few posts prior in this blog (Pause) I described a situation where our daughter Gabriella had to undergo a harrowing intubation to help her breathe. She survived but not without significant ramifications. The intubation had many complications and it resulted in her suffering severe brain damage due to a lack of oxygen. I posted the below shortly after we got home with Gabriella in a blog Michele and I set up to keep people up to date with Gabriella and her health odyssey. It most certainly hurt to read it again but without love, you cannot hurt. Michele is hurting right now but she is alive and she is fighting with the enthusiasm of a woman with a no limit credit card on the floor of Neiman Marcus. Although she is spending money like there is no tomorrow, there will be an infinite number of tomorrows, even if that means I will have to take on 3 or 4 secondary jobs to match her spending. It hurts so good.
Saturday, May 24, 2008 1:10 PM CDT
Although our lives are far from normal, things have settled into a routine over the past few weeks. Gabriella is relatively stable (although sometimes too stable in her pooping schedule) and we have initiated the process of requesting home nursing care via Medicaid. We currently are receiving Hospice in the form of a health care aid for 3 hours a day during the week and 2 hours a day on weekends. If we are approved for Medicaid, Hospice will roll off and Gabriella will have a nurse aid for at least 10 hours a day.
While we look forward to receiving home nursing care, the mental anguish of dealing with Gabriella’s current condition is grueling. Being able to hold and hug Gabriella does provide some comfort, but her not being able to return the hug, smile, cry or simply provide a flicker of the Gabriella she used to be hurts beyond description. From the moment the neurologist informed us of Gabriella’s severe brain trauma, we have been trapped in a dreadful reality where we live in a fog of despondence. Gabriella is alive but hardly living. Robbed of hope, we carry on, force smiles and do our best to suppress our despair. Thanks to the support from everyone, we are hanging tough, just like Gabriella. Not wanting to be too depressing, I will share some inner self where I may risk my reputation of having a stiff upper lip.
I enjoy movies and sometimes I will actually allow myself to get emotional while watching them. I believe movies (or books for that matter) provide an avenue for emotions to escape your being that otherwise would remain dormant. The key being that whether the emotions are released or they remain within is entirely up to you. If they escape, they are on your terms and those terms are dictated by what those scenes mean to you and you alone.
I was flipping through the channels the other day and I came across one of my favorite movies and as I watched, it got me thinking of some scenes from some of my other favorite movies. I was dumbfounded by how I initially recalled these scenes but how I now see them from a perspective dominated by Gabriella.
Some of the scenes that came to my mind are probably very familiar to a lot of people. In The Shawshank Redemption, I was always moved by Brooks’ need to carve “Brooks was here’ in the ceiling of his room in the halfway house. He felt so alone and insignificant that he was compelled to etch his name in the wood or risk perishing from the world without anyone paying mind. It was incredibly depressing to witness a person exit life in that manner. I take solace in that Gabriella need not worry about her significance in this world. Her impact will far outlast the time she is with us.
“This kind of certainty comes but once in a lifetime”. From the first time I saw the Bridges of Madison County, I felt that line by Clint Eastwood (Robert) to Meryl Streep (Francesca) was as moving and poignant as any dialogue I had seen in a movie. His genuineness is unmistakable and he leaves no doubt about his unrestrained desire to spend the rest of his life with Francesca. It is gut wrenching to watch the next day as Robert stands in the rain in the middle of the street, waiting for Francesca to pull the door handle of the truck and join her true love in a life she always desired but could not have. Now I would love to insert a romantic Michael-n-Michele moment here but as I mentioned, I am experiencing this through the prism of Gabriella (besides the fact that many a night I have tried to initiate what a man and wife sometimes do only to be answered with an emphatic ‘NO’. When I persist, I get, ‘This kind of certainty comes but once every night. Good night”). What I am certain of is Gabriella’s unique beauty and how it will never be matched. No matter what happens from this point forward, no matter who I meet or who I encounter, I know Gabriella’s majesty will never be equaled. Of this, I am certain.
Lastly, although I could go through a myriad of movies, the film I was watching the other night that triggered all of this was The Untouchables. Specifically, I loved Sean Connery’s performance in this movie but all of the acting and the score was top notch throughout. Connery is Officer Jim Malone, an honest Chicago cop that refused to succumb to the corruption that surrounds him and his career suffers accordingly. The corruption is derived from the notorious Al Capone (Robert De Niro) and Malone agrees to help Eliot Ness (Kevin Costner) whose mandate is to clean up Chicago’s infamous crime ridden reputation. After their initial chance encounter on a Chicago bridge, Malone brings Ness to his church where he explains to Ness the depths and the seriousness of the commitment he needs to make if he expects to accomplish his goal of taking down Capone and his crime syndicate. “What are you prepared to do?” he asks Ness. Towards the end of the movie Malone is shot by one of Capone’s henchman, riddled with bullets from a machine gun as he chased a knife wielding assassin from his apartment. Knowing that he and he alone possessed the vital information about the whereabouts of Capone’s bookkeeper, the would-be key witness in Capone’s criminal trial, Malone drags his bullet ravaged body down the hallway using all his remaining strength. He knows he needs to convey the whereabouts of the Bookkeeper to Ness, if only he can stay alive long enough until Ness arrives. Ness arrives and follows a trail of blood that ends at Malone in his dining room. As he rolls Malone over he is relieved to see he is still alive but he realizes death is inevitable. After clasping his Rosemary beads, Malone manages to grab the train schedule and provides Ness with the invaluable information of the Bookkeepers’ itinerary. In his last breath, Malone again asks Ness, “What are you prepared to do?” Gabriella can no longer talk but even when she could, she was too young to make metaphysical declarations but I am comfortable making one in her stead.
Life is truly a wondrous gift that is easy to lose sight of when trying to come to grips with a sick child. It has been excruciating to watch Gabriella fight through one medical emergency after another. Witnessing your baby endure unspeakable agony can alter your belief system at its most basic level but I think it is important to recognize that life is precious and even if it is scarred by pain and significant setbacks, life beats no life every time. Given the choice between doing it all over again or not at all, I am sure Gabriella would sign on to life in a heartbeat. Despite all the hurt , the special moments we shared make it all worthwhile. Gabriella lives her life to its fullest every day and she would be mystified if she encountered anyone that took life for granted. “What are you prepared to do?” she would ask of someone that was not appreciating life for the miracle that it is. To all of us, “What are you prepared to do?”