The President of the United States mentions Cystic Fibrosis, (CF) in the State of the Union address about how we’ve “mapped the human genome to lead a new era of medicine -- one that delivers the right treatment at the right time... In some patients with cystic fibrosis, this approach has reversed a disease once thought unstoppable.” (Barak Obama, State of the Union January 20, 2015) and my jaw literally drops. A national moment for sure and a very personal one for me - Cystic Fibrosis runs through me and my family. I am the sibling of two sisters with CF and I am a carrier.
Experiences of CF siblings are combined with scent, sound and image, I think. Helping siblings to find a way to keep memories of their CF loved one(s) is a good thing. There was and is a kind of sweet, different smell and a rattle to my CF sisters. Their breath, for me meant I was tucked in and close to life and my family.
Loretta and I shared a bedroom. The sound of the nightly, rhythmic pounding routines with Loretta hanging head down off the bed as my mother (a polio survivor) pounded her back until she coughed up something with the ever present boxes and boxes of tissue. The bottles full of pills she had to take and the steam mist tent machine surrounding her bed, were just part of the furnishings at our home along with our mother’s wheelchair and crutches. I will never forget late one the night when her pancreatitis flared up the year she died was particularly frightening. I heard in her voice a pain that went beyond the norm when she told me to “go get Mom.”
Keeping the Ones We Lose
Memories are all that is left for me of my sister Lori. I work hard to keep them. When I look down on her gravestone when I visit the cemetery, she is not as vivid to me as what lives in my heart and mind. She died at just 21 years old when I was only seven (7) years old going to her funeral in 1971. That was a hard year for her and our family with her three hospitalizations in a year: pneumonia, pneumonia-pancreatitis and pneumonia for the last time. The seven years I had with her are real for me in my memory full of sounds, scents and a garment.
Sounds - The music of her era is uncharacteristically familiar and comforting to me because she played and replayed vinyl albums on our parents’ big wood console stereo while babysitting me. As the music of James Taylor and especially Cat Stevens came on she danced with me around the living room on her hip. She taught me yoga and how to read Tarot Cards.
Scents - There were many trips to the beaches of southern California at Santa Monica and Zuma, where we’d drink in the fresh salt air and where she’d taught me to make a little trench to keep my soda can from falling over. I loved going anywhere with her in her red Volkswagen beetle and still have a great affection for the so-called VW interior scent.
When she went to the horse stables for her riding time, I’d tag along. I can just see the arena and feel my foot on the lower fence rail and my hands on the top rail peering through the gap to watch her make her rounds with Ajax, a retired Hollywood horse. He’d been the star in the Ajax Cleanser commercial of the 60’s and 70’s. He was a lovely, big horse who would stop his trot without command when her coughing spells began and would wait patiently before starting up again. That good smell of hay and soil and horse keep my memory strong of the sister I lost.
Garment - The times were hip and hippy. I still have the hand-made shirt Loretta sewed in a size that seems so small to me now, but it fit her diminutive body perfectly. She’d hand-embroidered colorful flowers as a border - I love each one of those stitches. Fiona, my daughter, in Loretta’s shirt is shown here.
There were evening walks together to remember after dinner with her and her dog, a sweet Irish setter, named Kerry - after the county in Ireland. The setter and I both felt the loss when she died. That dog lived years after Loretta passed away and was a comfort and friend to me. When we finally, out of compassion, asked the veterinarian to put her down at age 16 it was overwhelmingly hard for me to let her go. I keep several photos of the dog around for comfort too.
I have a strong association with Stanford Medical Center for no reason other than the one trip I ever made there. This must have been the trip for Loretta’s diagnosis. Walking in and hearing that Patrick, my then 12 year old big brother, and I couldn’t see her because no children were allowed to visit, was a blow.
I understand these hospital policies as an adult but hope for a better way for young CF siblings today to be included or allowed to feel that their CF brother or sister knows that they were there to see them, even when no visits are allowed. Perhaps Skype and other communication technologies are helping with that.
We siblings get used to hospitals, doctors, medical discussions and treatments right along with the CF sibling. The playrooms normally set aside for pediatric patients were sometimes offered to me and that was some comfort for a kid. At home I recall watching my sister with some combination of rapt attention mixed with fear- hurting for her- as she tried to inject herself in her thigh with some new medication and finding it strange that she was told by doctors to practice injections on a grapefruit. I fought all the time with the mix of jealousy because of all the attention she got and guilt over my own health.
I would give anything to have just one more day with my sister. But I am grateful for the time I did have with her and keep her alive in my heart with the scents, sounds, images, objects, photos and memories.
Time with the Ones Who Live
Lucky me - Two very cool, big sisters! Barbara was out on her own for most of my life with her college years and career. I recall, clearly, how Barbara wrapped her arms around me and told me it was Okay to cry as we sat for the Rosary at Loretta’s funeral. I think siblings and especially younger siblings need help processing grief and the loss of a CF sibling.
Our parents worked hard to get the family together for visits after Loretta died. There were trips to visit Barbara in San Francisco and many holidays in a cool house that her husband Rich built in the Santa Cruz Mountains of Northern California. She made sure I got to go on fun trips to tourist attractions like the Red Line Bay Tours. There I was the 8 year old version of me, just obsessed with collecting sea shells. A trip to Fisherman’s Wharf made sure I came home with an enormous bag full.
Barbara continues to lead an active lifestyle and only recently retired from a long career in public service and consulting, not knowing for most of that time that she too had CF. The day she called me from the Santa Barbara Hospital in 2010 to say “I’m in the hospital - they are sure now, I have CF” is a fierce memory. With her diagnosis I learned so much about all the newest CF research since Loretta had died and the unpacking of the genetic puzzle. And there is a new kind of terror when the phone calls come and she’s caught a cold or worse-the kind of phone call that makes me book flights.
There are new treatments now with the new drugs Kalydeco and Orkambi that can help CF patients. A mechanical vest has taken the place of the pounding treatments for CF patients. The steam tents are history but nebulized breathing treatments are done daily. The sterilizing salt air of the sea has so much benefit. Much of this Barbara has been doing all along, like the swimming and walking for health, continue in the ideal environment of her California coastal home.
There is a lot of support, information about CF and recreational grant opportunities for horseback riding, dance and other grants through the CFLF http://www.cflf.org and the Loretta Morris Memorial Fund (http://www.cflf.org/loretta-morris-fund-recreation-grants)
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Eileen Morris lives in Chico, CA is mother of four, grandmother of two and on the Faculty at CSU Chico as a Lecturer in political science. When she’s not with her family or teaching you can find her doing yoga, dancing international folk dance, crocheting and trying very hard to get to the beach.
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