Strong at the Broken Places

Strong at the Broken Places

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by Richard M. Cohen
     
 

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The bestselling author of Blindsided, Richard M. Cohen spent three years chronicling the lives of five diverse "citizens of sickness": Denise, who suffers from ALS; Buzz, whose Christian faith helps him deal with his non-Hodgkin's lymphoma; Sarah, a determined young woman with Crohn's disease; Ben, a college student with muscular dystrophy; and Larry,

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The bestselling author of Blindsided, Richard M. Cohen spent three years chronicling the lives of five diverse "citizens of sickness": Denise, who suffers from ALS; Buzz, whose Christian faith helps him deal with his non-Hodgkin's lymphoma; Sarah, a determined young woman with Crohn's disease; Ben, a college student with muscular dystrophy; and Larry, whose bipolar disorder is hidden within. Differing in age and gender, race and economic status, all five are determined to live life on their own terms. In Strong at the Broken Places, Cohen shares these inspirational and revealing stories, which offer lessons for us all—–on self-determination, on courage in the face of adversity and public ignorance, on keeping hope alive.

We are all strong at the broken places—stronger than we think.

Product Details

ISBN-13:
9780061752988
Publisher:
HarperCollins Publishers
Publication date:
03/17/2009
Sold by:
HARPERCOLLINS
Format:
NOOK Book
Pages:
352
Sales rank:
517,384
File size:
1 MB

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Strong at the Broken Places
Voices of Illness, a Chorus of Hope

Chapter One

The Meeting

Magically, the faces from my book showed themselves as the appointed hour passed. The clocks with their muted chimes tinkled softly, almost mysteriously, from various positions around the old place. Characters were stepping out of the manuscript, a work in progress, to finish the job.

The invited guests, who were meeting for the first time, seemed serious but not at all somber. All were on their best behavior, a bit nervous and looking hard into one another's eyes. They seemed to be searching for something only they could identify.

I had embarked on a journey to see chronic illness through lenses other than my own. I had searched hard for and found a cast of five. For two years, I crisscrossed the country, passing through airports and down highways, listening, probing, and forming a new community with these amazing people.

Slowly, we began to share our troubled lives, our recipes for coping. At hospitals and in homes, on living room couches and at dining room tables, these extraordinary people began to reveal themselves. I heard their stories of sickness and listened hard as they described how their lives were changing.

My journey began on the California coast, northwest of Los Angeles. At the base of the Santa Monica Mountains, I met up with Denise. ALS, a hideous neurodegenerative disease, has redefined life for this woman. No doctor is going to save her. Denise fights to move forward. By choice, she stands alone. "Why do I need people?" she demands.

This woman's features can seem carved in stone. As we satabove the Pacific watching the waves below, Denise and I discussed ALS, better known as Lou Gehrig's disease. The lady could laugh. Sometimes she would cry. We sat on a favorite wooden bench as she talked about where she might be taken next.

Far to the east, a graying middle-aged man explained that Jesus is going to cure him of a terminal illness and, yes, he is at peace. Buzz's smile lit the already bright outdoors as we crossed the town square at noon. He is a man of faith, a point of view that I strive to understand.

Buzz is struggling with non-Hodgkin's lymphoma, and deep into the fight of his life. Lymphoma used to be an automatic killer. The cancer cannot be cured but, for many, now can be managed.

"I would be angry," I tell him. "Why should I be angry?" he asked back. We had spent days hanging out in his little Indiana town, deep in the Bible Belt. His family and I had toured neighborhoods and gone to their church. I took Buzz at face value, and measured his quiet composure.

A thousand miles farther east and in separate cities, two young people waited for another visit from me. Ben is a college student whose muscular dystrophy has left him in a wheelchair and in need of constant care. He struggles to make the present work as he stays sanguine about his uncertain future. The young man fights sickness and his fear of others.

Sarah almost died as an adolescent and was robbed of a colon by Crohn's disease. The siege continues. Confidence in her future ebbs as she bleeds from her gut. Her digestive tract continues to decay, and she fights to face her life. Ben and Sarah were toddlers when illness arrived. Each wears sickness from head to toe, and has never known health.

The diseases are different, the scars often similar. Both endure illnesses that grow only worse. One likely will leave before his time, the other, embrace a compromised life. "I am broken," Sarah says. "I will be alone," Ben predicts in a soft voice.

And there is the mountain man with the heart of a giant. A disease of the mind, bipolar disorder, had laid him low. Yet Larry has climbed high, his ascent greater than his fall. He is a better person for the journey. "We are all connected," he tells me, his beard white with the years.

These five have run the gauntlet, enduring a range of chronic illnesses. They are spectacular people whose willingness to share and give of themselves has been remarkable. The more I heard from each, the deeper grew my thoughts and connection with all of the others. And the better I understood myself.

I had spoken of each to the others, and their mutual fascination was not idle. We understood that we are all traveling the same highway and finally our ragtag army of the wounded had to meet, to talk and share.

What a wild thought, though we had to make it happen. We would connect the dots together in one place. They were so ready, longing to touch and be touched. Angels flew close. Wheels turned. They packed their belongings and their stories, crossed the country and converged.

The setting was the Harvard Club in downtown Boston. The space had seen better days, as had we all. This club was a caricature of itself, a monument to the privilege of another era. Entitlement was sewn into the upholstery. But this slowly gathering group was so un-Harvard; certainly there is no privilege in being sick.

If these were strangers, their presence was anything but strange. Every pore in that gilded room was open for business.

Ben sat tall in his wheelchair, shaking hands with Buzz. Black was meeting white, youth, middle-age. Ben is a college student, Buzz a working stiff. Muscular dystrophy is a disease of the young. Lymphoma had struck a man simply struggling for the chance to grow old.

Denise was among the last to show at the dinner, though she had been the first to venture into Boston the night before. California to New England had been a trek. Tonight, the little lady led with her walker, pushing forward as she said hello to Sarah. Smiles did not waver.

I had imagined this meeting for two years. Here, we would eat and drink, stand or sit, just hang out together to share. Something of great value would emerge. Of that I was certain.

Strong at the Broken Places
Voices of Illness, a Chorus of Hope
. Copyright © by Richard Cohen. Reprinted by permission of HarperCollins Publishers, Inc. All rights reserved. Available now wherever books are sold. <%END%>

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