Sunday, July 17, 2011
Saturday, July 9, 2011
Sent: Jul 9, 2008 4:21 AM
Subject: Jane's a Cancer!
To all Singers, Maguires, and Friends:
It looks like this is it. It's now about 4:20 AM. Heidi went in to labor around 2:30 this morning. We just called the doctor and he said to come to the hospital. I think he's a bit of a quack, but we're getting ready to go. Jane is early, but only by a few days so there is no concern there.
Will follow up with details.
Thursday, July 7, 2011
NADIA: For days, Mumpy would listen quietly as the elders discussed how only an eye surgery could save her father's vision and a kidney transplant her brother's life. But both surgeries were beyond the family's meagre means. So, Mumpy hit upon a plan, which to her 12-year-old mind seemed the answer to all troubles. She would kill herself, which would save the dowry, too, and her organs would give her loved ones back their lives.
Mumpy did stick to her plan. But the suicide note in which she had scribbled down her wishes was found the day after she was cremated.
Monday, February 21, 2011
I’ve missed 13 months of Jane updates. Since the hiatus was unplanned, with weekly extensions granted weekly, I’ve kept some notes for posts that never got made. For instance:
1/3/2010 Jane is developing a sense of humor? She babbled a bit and laughed out loud, babbled some more and laughed out loud again. If I know my daughter, it involved a clumsy person and a banana peel.
1/9/2010 Jane climbed on the couch this morning and put a marker to the wall behind. So it’s begun…
1/21/2010 Jane handed me the phone today when someone called. I was washing dishes and didn’t intend to answer it, but here she is at my feet, all 18 months and about 18 pounds of her holding up the phone, so I have to take it...don’t I? I was pleased and annoyed at the same time.
Then whatever momentum carried me through the season of the knife petered out as we shifted to the season of the chemo (not my season, nor Jane's, but that of someone nearby). After that, even a sentence or two, here or there, became too much and the trail does not pick up again until July.