It’s been ten years. Ten years. A decade. That seems like a significant milestone.
I still love and miss you to infinity and beyond. It still hurts.
And it’s confusing. I don’t know where I am supposed to be. I know that grief does not go away. It ebbs and flows. I coexist with it. We respect each other. Grief knows I leave room for its rough moments and grief lets me console myself with smiles for the happy memories. Like last year, the quote that resonates the most on this day is “Love is a Song That Never Ends” from Bambi.
Summers have become easier, though this one had the looming “ten year mark.” I visited human friends and my buddies at the Georgia Aquarium. As I’ve explained, The Aquarium is particularly meaningful for me because it was the first thing I did on my own that was all mine and new.
This is Gibson. Last year he had not yet learned to pose for photos. Look how well my adorable buddy is doing!
The encounter programs remain my true joy. Again, I was able to interact with my dear sea otter Gibson (now 6) and baby beluga Shila (now 5). I got my picture with Gibson this year, and even with Mara, who was rescued with Gibson and is quite a little character. I love to get to know them even just a little bit. Doing these encounters showed me that I could create a new life and new joy and it was okay. I have always loved animals, and definitely think about my dad when I’m there because he instilled that love in me, but interacting with the animals brings me so much solace. They give me peace.
The penguins have become difficult because you and I loved them so much, and the dolphin show will always make me cry because of how much you loved those shows. I have my moments with you, and watch them in your honor, but it’s not the same for me and that gives me a kind of empty feeling. I still hate how much life you were cheated of, and that we were cheated of. But, I like to think that you come with me, at least in my heart, though I do often feel your presence. It’s that coexistence with grief. The memories that conjure melancholy combine with the memories that conjure hope and also let me know that you’re still part my life.
I do like to take a train ride on special dates like today. You so loved the train. I decided to return to a place that we visited. I chose Cold Spring, NY. We had a nice time there and I just wanted an easy, quiet time. Turns out that was fortuitous planning, since I am just getting over a bout of pneumonia and was not up for more than some strolling.
A photo from the train, just as you would have done.
Ordinarily, I take the train home on the date, but today I traveled to Cold Spring. I thought I would enjoy walking in our footsteps, but I felt very alone. Having dinner alone was lonely. I suppose that on the train I get lost in my thoughts, but traveling itself is solitary so it does not feel painful. Lesson learned. I am proud of myself for testing myself and not reprimanding myself for any feelings I have.
I have a lovely room in an inn that overlooks the Hudson River. After dinner, I sat on my balcony watching a bunch of ducklings. You would love this.
The view from outside my room. You would love it.
I was looking forward to writing this post and taking time to think about the past ten years. Did I learn? Did I grow? What was I supposed to accomplish, if anything?
I have learned a lot about myself in these years. The realization that being a caregiver was so much of who I am has propelled a lot of my actions. It seems perfect that this tenth year is the year that my caregiving book, based on this blog, will be published. I hope that you would be pleased with the book – I think you would be. It is honest, and it is also hopeful. For as long as I can remember, I wanted to be an author, and that dream is coming true. You are a part of it, as are my mom, dad, grandma and Eleanor. That feels good, though I do wish you were all here.
I think you would be pleased that I was able to reconnect with people who were important to us as you battled ALS, because I want to include them in the formal Acknowledgments. After ten years, it felt good to be able to let people know that their kindness remains an important memory. Everyone remembers you well, and that touches me deeply.
I have learned to rely on myself more. I will never really be a confident person, but I find that I look inward for more answers these days. And, I’m less apologetic about that. I know who my people are, who my real Ohana is.
I have been working on my picture book manuscripts. I know you would be shaking your head if you saw how many books I have added to the bookshelves and piles on the floor. But, caregiving is making its way into those stories, too.
There are more smiles than tears when I look at our Disney photos, though my heart will always ache for all that ALS stole.
When I think of a decade it sounds like such a long time, yet I don’t know how long it feels. I feel like I have been missing you forever, yet the memories are still so vivid that it does not feel like a long time. I don’t know. I do want you to know that not a day goes by that I don’t think of you. Whether our inside jokes, things that remind me of you, things that I do because you would want me to, music I listen to in a different way because of you, you are always in my heart. Grief and I will continue our journey with you, and I will always hold dear that “Love Is A Song That Never Ends.”
I hope that you are running, eating your favorite foods, playing music, and being a grim grinning ghost.
Ben playing the drums at Walt Disney World’s Animal Kingdom. He loved listening to and making music.
Today is the 70th anniversary of the release of Disney’s Lady and the Tramp. It was always a favorite of Ben’s and mine. We actually loved to sing the “Siamese Cat Song” which, I know is now understandably considered politically incorrect but which still holds fun memories because of the cats and their mischief; in fact, I used to sing it to my first cat, Tiffany (but she preferred “Born Free,” to which she actually meowed along!)
A poignant quote came from Tramp to Lady, when he told her, “Aw, come on, kid. Start building some memories.” I am always drawn to quotes about memories. Just last week I wrote about my memories about my Aunt Eleanor. Memories played such an important part of our lives when Ben was fighting his battle against ALS. They became increasingly significant to Ben, particularly as he became more homebound. He loved to look at our photos and videos from Walt Disney World and to listen to the theme park music soundtracks. We could do that for hours. It was my motivation for designing the photo calendars, throw, shower curtain and towel (click here to read more about them)– Ben was surrounded by our photos everywhere in our home. It’s nearly three years since he’s left and I remain surrounded by those things. They are a comfort for the memories the photos hold and for my memory of the happiness that I gave to Ben with those gifts.
Dessert at Tony’s Town Square Restaurant- The Lady and the Tramp-themed restaurant at Walt DisneyWorld. The Lady and the Tramp drawings were done with caramel- pretty fabulous!
We were so fortunate to be able to visit Walt Disney World four times after Ben’s ALS diagnosis. Each time, we tried to recreate our favorite memories, attending our favorite shows and visiting our favorite attractions. We did, at times, lament the attractions that Ben could no longer ride. But, we laughed that we could take the “It’s a Small World” boat repeatedly because there was never a long line and we got a boat to ourselves. Ben’s attitude was amazing. He focused on what he COULD do and, thanks to the amazing Disney cast members, we could do almost everything.
Recreating memories was, however, a tricky endeavor. Given Ben’s physical changes, it had the potential to be incredibly fun or incredibly sad. However, we were so grateful to be able to return to a place that was so important and filled with joyful memories. At Walt Disney World, we were distracted by the excitement and caught up in the fantasy. Ben loved and frequently commented about that. Once home, when Ben looked at photos, he scrutinized how he looked and how his abilities had diminished from visit to visit. For me, looking at photos is sometimes filled with splitting my world into pre-ALS and post-ALS distinctions and observations. Still, more than the physical changes, I see the joy on his face.
Our final visit to Walt Disney World in 2014 was uniquely memorable, not only because we were not sure that we would ever get there again, but also because it was filled with the creation of new memories. Frankly, I was worried that Ben would be disheartened at not being able to do a lot of the things that we used to do. Also, he could not eat many foods, so going to the restaurants that we always loved might have been an upsetting experience. So, I organized several surprises- new and different events that gave us the opportunity to create new memories. My plan was a resounding success, which makes me so proud and grateful. I wrote about our visit in a prior post, which you can see by clicking here.
Walt Disney World 2002, the pre-ALS days. We didn’t kiss over spaghetti, but we did kiss Eeyore!
Ben and I had 16 years and a dozen visits to Walt Disney World, all filled with wonderful memories. When I was the caregiver of my dad and Ben, those memories sustained me and took me from one Walt Disney World visit to the hope of another, and I lived vicariously through my friends, reading about their adventures on Facebook and occasionally, and proudly, posting photos of Ben and me at Walt Disney World or out in our neighborhood when he was still able to ride his scooter. Our friends did like to see him out in the world. I immersed myself in those memories for a long time after Ben died. I know that some people have thought that this blog is a way that I stay hidden in those memories and in the past, but the perspective I gain and thoughts shared with other caregivers in this writing process lead me forward. It is also my hope that they offer tools and perspective to other caregivers.
Coincidentally, as I reflect on the importance of my memories, I realize that today is also the 29th anniversary of the release of Disney’s The Hunchback of Notre Dame. I think about what the gargoyle, Laverne, told Quasimodo: “Life is not a spectator sport. If watching is all you’re gonna do, you’re gonna watch your life go by without ya’.” This quote holds an important message for me. I think that one of the most difficult things for me after I lost my dad and Ben was when people told me it was time for me or time to take care of myself. For one thing, I don’t really like to put the spotlight on myself. It was particularly difficult to go out and be distracted and even feel somewhat happy, just to return to an empty apartment and reminded of the loss and alone-ness, as well as guilt for even trying to enjoy myself. I preferred to put my energy into helping Ben relive and create new memories and, after he left this world, I took pride and comfort in thinking about those memories. The truth is that I will always love to visit with my memories of Ben, the good and bad times. But, I learned that my memories don’t have to end there. I now delve into new adventures that become a part of my treasure trove of beautiful memories. I do not have to live vicariously through other people.
The Hunchback of Notre Dame 1996 Walt Disney Pictures
A sadness looms over my summers because they represent the most difficult times in Ben’s battle, and ultimately when he succumbed to ALS. However, I proactively make plans to do things I love: travel to see my friends, take part in some animal adventures, do some volunteer work, and continue to work on my blog and manuscripts while formulating new ways to reach out to caregivers.
Although sometimes I do prefer to be a spectator in life and to get caught in fantasies of what I think I would like my life to look like, I don’t want my life to go by without me. It helps me to find peace in the knowledge that Ben’s spirit will always accompany me as I follow my life’s paths, make some dreams come true and make new memories.
My photo collage calendar filled with wonderful memories and new events that will bring new memories. where Ben will be present in my heart
I retired from teaching at the end of January, so I suppose it stands to reason that I am reminiscing, reflecting, and once again, reshaping my life. Taking an intensive kidlit poetry class certainly gave me an opportunity to sort through my thoughts in a creative way. In fact, a previous post included a poem that I wrote to mark Ben’s birthday (click here for that post).
Now retired, here I am with the freedom to pursue my own dreams and goals. I write, walk in Central Park, go to the theater, see friends, have spontaneous outings. I recently returned from a fantastic river cruise to the Netherlands. I am grateful for all the lovely experiences.
At this rather introspective time, the song that seems to keep playing in my mind is How Does A Moment Last Forever? from Disney’s live action Beauty and the Beast (2017).
I have come to realize I live my life in the way described in these lyrics.
How does a moment last forever? How can a story never die? It is love we must hold onto Never easy, but we try Sometimes our happiness is captured Somehow, a time and place stand still Love lives on inside our hearts and always will.
In so much I do, I find that I feel and am motivated by moments that filled me with love and remind me of the people I have lost and loved. I have been fascinated with the Netherlands, which I knew as a child only as Holland, from the time that my aunt Eleanor brought me a little doll from there. While I was in the Netherlands, aunt Ellie was often my guiding light. Since today is would be her birthday, and June is Alzheimer’s and Brain Awareness Month, this is a perfect time to highlight her influence on my life. I have summed it up in this poem, entitled Footsteps.
When I was a child, I found everything about Ellie exciting- she spoke Spanish (and some French, too), she traveled on airplanes, she took me into New York City. At one point, she took a sabbatical and traveled all over Europe for a year. I don’t distinctly remember her being away, but I remember the photographs she took. She also brought me dolls from many countries she visited. I still have most of that collection. For a while, we shared a room, but then she moved into New York City. The city scared me when I was young- too loud, too crowded, too much. But, Eleanor made the city not only accessible, but intriguing and fun. We went to shows, museums, and the Central Park Zoo. To this day, if I am in the park and it is near the stroke of an hour, I wait to watch the animals dance to the music of the Delacorte Clock. And, I always think of Ellie. I took this video not long ago.
My dad had a subscription to National Geographic Magazine, and he instilled in me a fascination with the world. He even gifted me the children’s edition of that magazine and I saved a few of my favorite issues, including, not surprisingly, the opening of Walt Disney World. But, Ellie traveled and SAW the world. I couldn’t wait to learn Spanish and to travel. My mom and I accompanied Ellie and a few of her students to Mexico when I was in the eighth grade. It was my first time on an airplane. I only had one year of Spanish behind me but I was eager to meet new people and try to communicate. Just like Ellie.
I love this glamorous picture of Eleanor.
Ellie took me to my first book signing for an artist I’d never heard of- Erté- but it was so exciting to meet him, feel Ellie’s delight, and discover his beautiful work. That has led to a lifelong love of collecting signed books and meeting authors and other artists. When she could not get out as often due to Alzheimer’s disease, I continued to go to signings for her, bringing her signed books and CDs. I probably did that as much for myself, to hold dear as much as I could of our relationship. Still, I have an ever-growing collection of signed books. And, I’m writing books, too. I know she would love that.
This is a book by one of my favorites, Wendy Wasserstein. It is about a little girl who loves her aunt Louise, who takes her to her first musical. At the signing, I purchased a book for Eleanor, and I told Wendy that she was that aunt for me. Wendy inscribed the book, “To Eleanor, who IS Aunt Louise.” I don’t have that book- don’t ask.
As Alzheimer’s seized more and more of Ellie’s memory, I had to hold onto my own memories of our time. For a long time, I continued to take her to the theater because it was a love that we shared. I was trying to hold onto the memories and the love attached to them. One of my funny memories was taking her to see a Yiddish production where, at intermission, they distributed pickles from barrels, just as in the old days on NYC’s Lower East Side. The next day, she had completely forgotten the show and being with me, but she told people that she had eaten delicious pickles. They didn’t believe her but when it was casually mentioned to me as an anecdote about what was happening to her mind, I confirmed it. As is often the case, the memory of the pickles was something that reached way back in her past. The not so funny memories were of returning home from a day at the theater with her to a frantic voicemail asking if we were going to see each other that same day. I was able to reason that at least she enjoyed the experiences in the moment. I stopped these outings when they became stressful and unenjoyable for both of us.
This was Eleanor’s playbill from the original run of The King and I. She and I went to one of Yul Brynner’s final performances in New York, when he was too ill to perform a few numbers. It was an unforgettable experience.
Even though Eleanor would get lost somewhere in every conversation, I could conjure the past for her. She had been a Spanish teacher and for quite a while she retained her knowledge of Spanish, and even of her lesson plans. We looked at the photos of her travels that captivated me as a child and when I would ask her where she was in a particular photograph, she sometimes laughed and said, “Y’know, I ask myself that question every day.” I admired that she kept her sense of humor about what was happening until it was beyond her grasp.
Religion and family were areas of conflict between us. Eleanor was dutiful without limits, but I had more boundaries and due circumstances regarding religion and other events, I put a distance between myself and some family members. Eleanor could not understand this and it led to tension at times. Scars remained, though none of that mattered when I visited her as her Alzheimer’s progressed. She did not remember my name, she did not remember our actual relationship, but as I like to describe it, I know that I was floating around in her mind. I could still make her laugh and for a long time, her eyes twinkled when she saw me. Alzheimer’s disease could not steal our love. It’s just like the lyrics to the song.
To celebrate my retirement, I treated myself to a holiday abroad. I was always delighted by the Delft pieces that Ellie brought back from the Netherlands. I loved the little clogs on my doll. I had often heard and seen pictures of the tulips in springtime. It didn’t take long to choose that as my destination. I had never been on a group tour, nor had I been on any kind of cruise. I never wanted to go on an ocean cruise- I would much prefer to be ambling around quaint towns than being stuck on the water in a floating hotel. But, I was assured that the river cruise would be different. Indeed, the canals and waterways were a vital part of the history and development of the Netherlands. And, it was beautiful. I could always see the land, and even observed people clamming, boating, and otherwise living a life so different from my own.
While I generally expect to feel the presence of Ben and my dad, who, of course, were with me, this holiday was about Eleanor. I felt like I was often looking through her eyes, seeing the way she would have seen. I look a little like Ellie, and we have many of the same mannerisms, which I often noted when I was teaching. I felt her presence and all that we did share while I was in the Netherlands, particularly in the very charming little towns. We both would have delighted in the Delft, the tulips, the architecture, the cafes, and taking pictures of windows and doors and other obscure but delightful objects. Since we generally clashed on topics related to religion, I felt like she joined me with pride on my visit to Anne Frank’s house (actually, this site transcends religion and should be visited by everyone). I was moved by all the stories I heard about World War II and the Nazi occupation, but I think especially so because I was thinking about how much Ellie would have focused on them. Although I have never felt deeply connected to being Jewish, this experience did weave a thread to Eleanor’s own deep connection. As an aside, today also happens to mark Anne Frank’s birthday.
The very decorated shoe is the one Eleanor brought back, along with the tiny wooden shoes. The little boy doll did not make it through my adulthood. I added the Miffy shoe, the squirrel and penguin. Also, I found it so intriguing that the Christmas tree ornament with the windmill was in the shape of a Jewish star. The salesperson had no idea if it was intentional, but I like to think that it was. The two outer plates were brought back by Eleanor from Delft. They hung in our kitchen and I was attached to them. I found the Schnauzer plate here in NYC and loved the Delft look so we added it. The Pez dispensers and other cuties- all mine.
I came home with some Delft pieces that I placed next to the Delft pieces from Ellie’s collection. I also brought back some Delft Christmas tree ornaments, which I’m sure she wouldn’t have appreciated, but that’s ok. We had our differences and I think it’s fair and important to acknowledge them. I realize that in so much I did, the way that I observed, and what I chose to bring home with me, I am making the moments last forever and holding onto the love. I hope you do, too.
Happy birthday, Eleanor. You are missed, loved, and honored.
May is ALS Awareness Month, and as this month concludes, in my Disney way, I want to describe the progression of ALS as Ben expressed his experience and as I witnessed it. This also brings into view emotional impacts on caregivers that transcend meeting physical needs of those we love and care for. ALS/Lou Gehrig’s disease, is defined as a disease which causes the death of neurons that control voluntary muscles. My friends and family became aware of the physical effects of the disease primarily through Ben’s experience. Ben’s first symptoms were a lack of balance and falling. His legs also became tired very quickly. As the disease progressed, he lost the ability to use his legs at all, and then his arms and hands, then chewing and swallowing became difficult, and his speech became increasingly impaired as he experienced those muscle losses. His cognitive skills were not affected, so he was completely aware of what was happening to his body. The progression of ALS varies from person to person, so, for example, some people may never lose their ability to walk, others lose their ability to speak first, while Ben lost it last. Eventually, the ability to breathe is lost and a ventilator is required, and that is often the cause of death from the disease.
The Magic Kingdom at Walt Disney World- 2001. Pre-ALS days
In Disney’s The Little Mermaid, Ariel wanted so much to be a human and to be with Prince Eric that she was willing to relinquish her voice to the sea witch, Ursula. Ariel knew that her voice was integral to who she was, but she was in love, and you know how that goes, especially in a Disney film. Once she gives her voice to Ursula, she quickly realizes that she has lost the ability to express herself, and her ability to sing, which was so important to her. She also did not realize that without her voice, she was no longer recognizable to Prince Eric. Of course, she made a choice. Someone with ALS does not get a choice, and I would venture to guess that they would advise her to keep her precious voice.
The loss of easy communication was very frustrating to Ben. First, phone use became difficult because handling the phone was hard and it was difficult to understand him. We then began frequent texting. Ben used a virtual/on-screen keyboard and an app that connected his phone to the computer screen. However, if his hand slid off the mouse, communication was cut off and that led to some very tense moments.
Living with Ben, I was more likely to understand what he said and I could facilitate conversations with others. There were times, however, that even I could not understand him. He would shake his head and tell me to “forget it,” which upset both of us. When communication was an obstacle and he was homebound, Ben did notice and lament that he had less contact with people. Friends and relatives with whom he thought he was close stopped reaching out, or, they made promises to visit that they did not keep. At the same time, he did not really want people to see him only as he appeared. He did not want them to see him looking gaunt and struggling to talk, eat and move. It left him feeling isolated and hurt. When strangers did not understand Ben, they sometimes assumed that he was mentally challenged and spoke to him like a child or addressed only me. Often, Ben laughed about it, but on some occasions he felt invisible and very misunderstood. So, I involved Ben in the discussions to show people that Ben was fully capable of understanding and had lots of opinions and many people did follow my lead. As caregivers and loved ones, I see it as our responsibility to educate people through example, because some people are willing but not quite sure how to engage with people with a variety of disabilities. Unfortunately, not being able to say what he wanted and be truly seen and heard sometimes caused Ben to withdraw. I cannot begin to imagine how Ben felt to be seen for the ALS symptoms rather than for himself.
After a respiratory crisis landed Ben in the hospital, he had a Bipap mask before he had the tracheostomy. This was the first time that Ben really had absolutely no voice. He could not call me, or call for help, or just have a conversation. On an emotional note, he could not kiss me or tell me he loved me. After losing Ben, when I re-watched The Little Mermaid and I saw Ariel panic the first time she tried to speak and remembered that she could no longer do so, I remembered Ben’s panic at the thought that he could not easily get someone’s attention with is voice, but he also could not use a hospital call button. Ben was afraid to be alone in the hospital room and I was afraid when he was alone. The mask obscured his mouth, so reading his lips was also very difficult. We spelled out words by my reciting the alphabet and his nodding when I reached the correct letter. However, the length and tediousness of that process frustrated him, and he began to weigh what he really needed to say. There were many incidents when hospital staff ignored Ben and asked me questions that he could answer. I immediately addressed those questions to him so that he could participate in the discussion. Yes, it took longer, and it was not easy, but he mattered, and I was adamant that staff had to accept that. Most really were wonderful, and they got a glimpse of who Ben really was beneath the ALS. But, just as Ariel felt devastated that Prince Eric did not recognize her, Ben, too, felt that he was becoming unrecognizable, even to himself. It also made him look at how he saw himself moving forward, which was something he had tried to avoid since his diagnosis nearly six years earlier.
Ursula tells Ariel that even without her voice, she has her looks, and to “never underestimate the importance of body language.” Unfortunately, with ALS, Ben could not rely on body language. He certainly did not underestimate its importance. ALS slowly strips away a person’s ability to move their limbs and even make facial expressions. Although Ben’s experience with ALS never progressed to the point where he was completely immobilized, some people are left only with the ability to blink, if that. Without a voice or facial and body expressions, a person would understandably feel isolated and even irrelevant. Although visits from loved ones are appreciated, they are not easy, so, unfortunately, as in Ben’s case, visits become less frequent.
Ben could certainly have related to Ariel’s wish to have legs like a human. As he lost his ability to walk, he often told me that in his dreams he always saw himself walking and running. As Ben lost his abilities to walk and move his arms and hands, he saw himself as weak and self-conscious. He missed going outside and playing handball. He did enjoy using his scooter, but daily life skills were becoming impossible and that carries an emotional toll. He walked until he accepted that his legs could not handle a single step without his sinking to the ground. That took away his freedom to move around the apartment. It chipped away at his dignity to have to be transferred to and from the bed, his chair and the commode, and to have to be fed his meals. He often denied that he needed as much assistance as he did, which was stressful for me as his caregiver, but that was what he needed to tell himself to deny that ALS was progressing.
The Ben inside. Ben playing the drums at Walt Disney World’s Animal Kingdom. He loved listening to and making music.
Ben was also aggravated that he could no longer do things that he loved to do, like play music on his keyboard and fix computers. He could still talk me through what needed to be done with the computer hardware, but it was not the same. He also continued to research and discover adaptive electronic and computer devices, though they rarely worked for long, as new symptoms of ALS constantly appeared that rendered them ineffective. Music always remained an essential part of Ben’s life and our relationship, and although he couldn’t play his instruments, and we could no longer dance, he never stopped listening to music and making little videos with music clips for me to celebrate different occasions. I also brought his iPad to the hospital, so he could always listen to his favorite tunes.
Body language encompasses body image. ALS seriously impacted on Ben’s body image. He said that he did not like to look at himself in mirrors. As eating became more challenging, Ben lost a lot of weight. His feet got terribly swollen and even the widest shoes did not fit, so he wore adjustable slippers. He could no longer shave himself and although he said I did a pretty good job, I did not do as perfect a job as he did. We could make it fun and funny, but the underlying issue- the deterioration of his muscles- was frightening and tragic. At one point, his aide shaved his beard and left only his mustache. He was a bit insulted that it took me a while to notice exactly what was different. I think that I sometimes tuned out the physical because there were simply so many changes, and they were too sad to dwell upon. Ben, on the other hand, regularly studied the photos from our visits to Walt Disney World and compared his physical changes from visit to visit. In fact, when I showed pictures of those visits to friends, they always commented on how thin Ben had become, shocked by his physical transformation. When I looked at the photos, I saw only the joy on his face. I guess that’s the Pollyanna in me.
Fortunately for Ariel, she was surrounded by people (well, mer-people and some very adorable sea friends) who loved and looked out for her. Sebastian was an astute and compassionate, if high-strung, caregiver. Nutty but devoted Scuttle revealed Ursula’s evil magical trick to get Eric and Ariel’s voice was restored, she was able to keep her legs and marry the Prince. There was the Disney happy ending. ALS is not a fictional magical spell; rather, it is a cruel disease to which Ben ultimately succumbed. Still, despite the obvious devastation of his struggle and of losing him, I have to look at the end of Ben’s ALS story with some positive thoughts. Ben’s personality shone as he left this world, according to the very wishes that he expressed, even without his voice, embraced by people he loved and requested to be present, and with music that filled his heart. He was heard and he knew that he mattered and was loved, as his hero Buzz Lightyear said, “to infinity and beyond.”
Now, I use my voice to spread awareness and support caregivers and people with ALS. And, in my Disney way, I will also keep wishing on stars for a cure that will ensure a genuinely happy ending for those with ALS.
Although I do not tend to talk about politics here, I feel it is critical to urge everyone to advocate for funding, particularly considering this administration’s reckless, irresponsible, and severe funding cuts to research for ALS and other diseases. If the people we care for cannot make their voices heard, we must be their voices, loud and fierce.
The wishing Well at Cinderella’s Castle. We always wished for a cure for ALS. I still hope that wish comes true.
Merida at the Walt Disney World Magic Kingdom Parade, July 2014
It has been a while since I have written here. Some things remain the same. The holidays were bittersweet without my loved ones. February remained a melancholy month filled with too many sad milestones. I acknowledge the dates and let myself feel and trod through the days in whatever mood I’m feeling. So, I guess I am more comfortable with my feelings, and I don’t feel the need to defend myself. That’s a good thing.
I have been thinking about this quote of Merida’s from Brave. “You control your destiny — you don’t need magic to do it. And there are no magical shortcuts to solving your problems.”After caregiving and grief, it took me quite a while to reshape my life. I wanted the magic that Merida knew I didn’t need, and I believe it did help, but I have been able to create a life and pursue some dreams. I am always grateful. Reshaping my life has included being intentional in honoring important events.
I have come to realize that on important dates related to Ben—his birthday, the day he died, our anniversary—I like to be on trains. He loved trains and we traveled by train to many lovely getaways. Last month, I spent his birthday returning from my own little getaway in delightful Hudson, New York. I enjoy getting away to quaint locations and having time to reflect and work on my picture book manuscripts. Although I felt a bit alone, I also felt Ben’s presence, and in those moments, I tend to look at things through his eyes, especially on the train. These retreats are a way for me to be in the present but also honor Ben and good memories. Hudson, by the way, was a favorite destination and I look forward to future visits.
I wrote this poem when I was in Hudson. I was taking an intensive poetry/lyrical language class.
Today was also an anniversary. A date about myself- that’s unusual. Three years ago, on this date, I began radiation as part of my breast cancer treatment. Thankfully, I am a survivor, and I have a wonderful medical care team. I remember my first day of radiation and crying as the nurse explained what would happen. She was so kind and understanding. But, the pain no one could take away was how alone I felt. I was always at every appointment and procedure with Ben and my dad. I was at the hospital and hospice every day. I don’t have that person, though as I have said many times, my incredible friends are always there when I need them. To be fair, my treatment was during COVID, when it was not always possible for anyone to have company. Still, I felt alone. That memory remains vivid, and it hovered in my mind today.
Throughout my treatment Central Park was a vital part of my healing. Every day after radiation, I walked to the Park. I loved the squirrels and researched the nuts and berries that were good for them. They came to recognize me and would join me on the bench. I also came to love the cardinals and blue jays, which I have written about. It felt good to spend today reflecting on that time. There were many squirrels around, which was fun and joyful. Cardinals and blue jays greeted me, which is always a wonderful sign that my loved ones are with me. Seeing the cherry blossoms starting to bloom also felt like a positive sign. I do look for signs. But, I find them. Maybe there’s some magic in there. I like to think so. I also proudly recognize that I made the choice to reconcile the sadness with positive action. That did not come easily or quickly.
I find myself always looking for ways to engage with life and to learn, while also embracing and honoring my memories. Days like today make me feel like I have taken some control over my destiny. Still, I’m not letting go of magic, dreams and pixie dust.