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Special Siblings

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As many of you know, I have a favorite daughter. It’s not just that she shares my love of Anthropologie and Madewell or that it’s fun watching her excel academically.  I’m in awe of her strength and resilience and her ability to know what people around her need — especially her brother.

When Jack first got diagnosed, Anna was six years old. Our family changed overnight. Her life went from an idealic suburban childhood to her family scattering. We were completely focused on Jack – getting him treatment — saving his life. I don’t really remember much about what Anna did that summer. I know she took some classes at a local camp and that friends included her on many fun summer activities. Ivete arrived from Brazil. I’m not even sure how that happened but we will forever be grateful to her.

Sometimes at night while Jack’s hospital room was quiet, my mind would have a moment to think about something other than blood counts and GVHD testing I would wonder how Anna was coping and how all these changes were going to affect her life. Our nurses allowed us to bring Anna into Jack’s isolation room and turned a blind eye when she would spend the night. She and I would order delicious Dominican food, watch High School Musical and fight over my favorite blanket. There were times she would have me hold her tight and whisper questions she was scared to ask.

Dan and I agreed that we needed to be honest with her. She had lost the luxury of innocents. 

And that summer was just the beginning. Jack came home and his life had changed dramatically, and it meant that all of our lives needed to adjust.

I know we should have done more for Anna, but those of you have gone through ALD (or any other complicated medical or emotional issue) diagnosis or treatment or the aftereffects – you know that the needs of the other kids in the family sometimes get lost. 

Anna has thrived in her life and so many of the special siblings I’ve come to know over the years have also been quite remarkable. I’ve wondered what helps them and what can hurt them. I spent much of my time in graduate school researching these special siblings and appreciating that there is so much we can’t control when going through these complicated times BUT there are some things that we as parents/grandparents/friends can do to help these kids.

ALD Connect has recognized the importance of these special siblings and asked Anna and I if we would host a webinar discussing the topic. Once our community discovered we were working on this project, I’ve heard from countless people sharing their stories. Newborn screening families, early diagnosis, late diagnosis, siblings of folks with AMN and siblings of women with our disease. We are doing our best to represent all potential circumstances, but also hope to have time for discussion during the webinar. Time to learn from other families.

Please consider joining the Webinar this Wednesday at 7 pm. I hope this is the first of many.

CLICK HERE to register for the event.

Love, Jess

When one thing leads to another, and another, and another, and another . . .

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You know those memories that pop up on Facebook? For me they’re usually photos of the kids at younger ages or my friends and I acting foolish. I sometimes pause for a second to remember the memory. I often cringe at the thought of me deciding to post something so silly or wonder how on earth I didn’t appreciate my face before it was full of lines. 

Yesterday I paused for a while for a different reason.

8 years ago, I’d posted a video from Listen to Your Mother from 2015. I’d tried out for the production after some persuading from a friend (thanks Brooke). She’d encouraged me to do more to share my words – to share our family’s story. Eight years ago, I’d started to be more confident in my writing, but the idea of standing up and speaking in front of a couple hundred people made my stomach clench. But, I auditioned for the production trying to push myself, feeling comfortable with the fact I would never actually make the cast.

I made the cast and was forced to work through my fear of public speaking. The rest of the cast was extraordinary. Each of their stories were beautiful and many of those folks remain friends today. Listen to Your Mother ended up being a huge part of my life. Not just the five minutes I spoke on that stage, but what those five minutes led to.

Shortly after the production, thanks to the encouragement of another friend (thanks Alice), I started working on Smiles and Duct Tape. Once that was published, I started to connect more with the ALD community (thanks Kathleen). My work within that community focused me more on working with people. One COVID day while hanging out with a friend discussing what I should do with my next chapter, I found myself starting an application to NYU for a MA in Counseling (thanks Monica).

My Linkedin page has my title as mom/writer/speaker/advocate/therapist. All connected. One led to another, led to another, led to another, led to another.

This is not the life I imagined. My heart wishes that Jack did not need to suffer years of discomfort and need to rely on an army of people to care for him. I wish Anna didn’t get introduced to the power of medicine the way she did. I wish Dan didn’t need to carve out time in his work schedule to bathe Jack in the morning. I wish I didn’t need to know the word ADRENOLEUKODYSTROPHY to be provided with a long list of job titles on Linkedin. I wish I didn’t need to dream to hear my son speak. 

But I’ve learned to accept the cards we’ve been dealt.

I talk about acceptance a lot with my clients. I acknowledge that life is often not fair or easy. I allow people to kick and scream and yell at GOD, but then I help them work on focusing on what in their lives is working. I have them find the positive — even if it’s just a tiny morsel tangled up in a mess of darkness. I have yet to find someone who can’t find at least a sliver of light within their lives and many are able to appreciate a pile of positives.

It’s taken time – and not a straight path —  but our family has been able to appreciate our pile of positives. We’re blessed with the fact that Jack survived and is comfortable in the life he’s living. We’re grateful to have the financial recourses to pay for necessities and care and even wonderful vacations. We’re lucky to have found ourselves at Columbia Presbyterian with doctors and nurses who were brave enough to try a treatment that was out of their comfort zone. We’re blessed to live in a state that supports people with disabilities and we’ve had our choice of wonderful schools and adult programs. We’re fortunate to have a circle of other mothers who care for Jack with dignity and love. We’re thankful to have a wonderful extended family who is always there for us. AND we have friends who don’t just help us create foolish Facebook photos, but help guide and encourage us when needed.

Yesterday, as I watched the video of The Talking Dream on Facebook, I had that strange feeling that I’d shared that story a lifetime ago AND that I’d shared it just yesterday. So much has happened in eight years. The kids are both now adults, Dan is now a crypto guy with a beard, and I have a whole lot more on my resume BUT I still have that dream and still wake up hopeful.

Love, Jess