Months ago my husband pointed a couple things out to me that I did unconsciously all the time; one, I hum a few notes randomly whether it’s picking something up, grabbing something from the fridge, sitting down in a chair-random. Two, when music plays even if in the distance or if he decides to make up a song, he says I can’t help but start dancing or moving my body. Hmm. Throughout my youth and into college music and dance were my passion and great loves. I grew up taking dance and piano, singing came naturally for me. In college I started as a music major but as a first gen immigrant, switched to the more responsible science route. I continued singing into adulthood at church, events, weddings, funerals, even radio jingles. Then it stopped.
During my first round of cancer surgery my right vocal fold became permanently paralyzed and the singing stopped. The third time with cancer, after 3 surgeries and 7 weeks of external beam radiation, I developed left arm and hand neuropathy from damage to my brachial plexus-the piano and dancing stopped. The grief over losing my music felt heavy so I stopped participating. Music turned to podcasts and books, I couldn’t watch musicals or singers try out on American Idol without feeling something heavy on my heart. Even watching the worship leaders at church was gut wrenching at times. Over the years the grief has softened, but it bubbles up sometimes.
A couple significant things happened over the past couple of weeks. Let’s talk about the flu. Last week I had the worst flu in my life. I mean, I don’t remember ever being that sick (outside of cancer of course); high fever, body aches, migraine headache, cough, killer sore throat for DAYS-8 to be exact. Then suddenly as quickly as it came. It was gone. I woke up one day, no fever. The next day, sore throat and headache were gone. Unfortunately, my voice has not returned and it’s been days. Now, for regular folks this would be ok having complete confidence their voice would return. For me however, I have PTSD. Remember the first cancer surgery and my paralyzed vocal cord? Yeah, I couldn’t speak for about 6 months, just air. Back then I had lots more to worry about (kids, still having cancer), so not having a voice was hard but not entirely my focus. Now though, wandering through the quiet house, smiling and snapping at the dog, pointing and hand motions with my husband…I can’t describe the feeling of helplessness. Not to mention my job is also speaking to people in-person or virtually. I miss my voice and it scares me not to have it.
Back to the singing, dancing, joy part. Last week was also 3 years since my father passed away. It has felt both like it was just yesterday and also a long time ago. My dad was probably my single biggest musical influence in my life. He always played music in our home. I grew up with ginormous speakers in our family room and my dad would put classical music on the turntable and pretend he was conducting an orchestra. He was always singing, answering questions to some made up tune, and was always humming a few notes here and there. In his last week at the hospital before hospice he was pretty much non-verbal and mostly sleeping so I decided to look for Spotify stations of music I knew he loved. Classical stations but also oldies-Nat King Cole, Johnny Mathis, etc. I started singing When I Fall in Love close to his ear and with his eyes closed he started singing with me. I know in his head he was singing it perfectly as a duet with me, I could see it in his expression and when the song ended, he smiled. I have the sweetest video of this moment that I will cherish forever.
So there it is. What I thought left me and no longer brought me joy was just grief. The music didn’t stop, I stopped it to avoid the grief. Now, I can just rest in it and be grateful realizing that it has carried me all along. My dad and I share the humming and now when I catch myself (because now I’m more aware of it-thanks Jim), it makes me smile. My voice? Kate Bowler says ‘Honesty is a casualty of illness.’ I’m nervous I don’t have it right now and it is bringing me a flood of memories from cancer’s past but I know it will come back as I give my body time to rest and heal. I saw this pic online and it was captioned ‘seeing the notes she’s singing’, made me emotional.
What brought you joy as a child or young person? Go back there, sit with it awhile. We all need some positive triggers right now.
‘In the accumulation of loss, retain an affinity for joy and know that some truths are only illuminated by tears.’~David Gate
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