Personal growth in a story I didn't want to tell.

In September 2016, when I realized my short-term disability leave was going to be long-term, I knew it was a gift from the universe and I couldn’t blow it again.

The gift was time—time to finish the memoir I began over 15 years ago.

When I started writing, I told the story of my son’s childhood brain tumor, which he and I both survived. Our saga had more twists and turns than a whodunit novel; if it was fiction, it would be unbelievable.

Then I stopped writing because parenting a son with brain trauma leaves little energy for anything else.

After two decades, with my recent gift of time, the memoir called and I answered. Below you can read what I wrote then.

But here’s a 2018 update: the story has changed.

It’s not about the brain tumor anymore. Oh, the twists and turns are still there, but the real story is about how poorly suited I was as a woman and a mom to handle the challenge, and how bumbling through the years-long medical drama taught me more about myself than I could have learned in a dozen perfect lifetimes.

That’s my truth. Admitting it—owning up—has been almost as painful as living through it. Personal growth ain’t easy.

And that’s why I persevere. Because truth is the best story.

Maybe I don’t want to tell this story. On writing my memoir.

I shiver intensely in my home office in spite of the portable heater blasting at my side and the sweatshirt hood cinched around my face. But I’m not cold.

I have the beginnings of heartburn and a headache. But I’m not sick.

I’m about to click “open” on the computer folder marked 6500. It looks pretty harmless – it’s only the files we exported years ago from our ancient Power PC. But I know what’s in there.

When it opens, I stare at the screen and put my hands in my lap for a few minutes. There it is – what I was looking for. I click on the folder marked BOOK.

I shake so uncontrollably now it hurts my shoulders.

These are the files that catch my eye:

Chapter 3: Matt’s early years

That was before the whole nightmare began.

I imagine him running through the yard, Sparky – our border collie mutt – chasing after him.

Chapter 5: Dr. W

I picture her round face.

I know her full name like it was yesterday. We liked her so much at first.

Chapter 6: Lorenzo’s Oil

My heart pounds as I see the words in print.I remember sitting at the kitchen table, reading a magazine, discovering the article. It was prophetic. It kept popping up like a bad dream those last few months.

Chapter 11: MRI day

That terrible, wonderful day. The day Matt got another diagnosis, this time the right one.

I close my eyes, put my hands back in my lap. 

Maybe I can’t do this. Maybe I can’t tell this story after all.  

I take a deep breath. 

Maybe I don’t want to tell it.

It’s been so long since I cried about my story, but I cry now. I don’t know where to start – what to open first. I sit and stare at the screen for awhile again. I’m afraid to go deeper.

Finally, I pick a file, click, and get this message:

Adobe Acrobat Reader DC could not open ‘chap 2’ because it is either not a supported file type or because the file has been damaged.

Oh shit. Are you kidding me? All this time, and I can’t open my files? I can’t write all this again – I can’t start over.

I try a few more files, but they all produce the same message.  

I hope Michael [my husband] can figure it out, otherwise I’m screwed. 

But a small part of me is relieved for the moment. I took the plunge without having to pierce the murky waters today. Maybe it’s a good place to stop, go make some tea, think about something else.

As I head downstairs, I give thanks that my story ended the way it did. I remind myself that Matthew is alive and healthy, a grown young man now, out on his own.  Every time I see him, I can wrap my arms around him, marvel at his intelligence, laugh at his wit, rejoice in the mundane details of his life.

He got through it.

So will I.

Author

  • Karen DeBonis

    Karen DeBonis writes about motherhood, people-pleasing, and personal growth, the entangled mix told in her memoir "Growth: A Mother, Her Son, and the Brain Tumor They Survived" forthcoming in spring 2023. Subscribe today to receive Chapter 1: A Reckoning.

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