Most every adult who has raised kids will
smile at the spike in their knowledge of music that occurs when the kids are
teenagers. I grew up listening to
sixties- and early seventies music—Doors, Beatles, Rolling Stones, Motown. Then
my interest in what was popular fell off. But I know nineties music because
that was when my children started listening to the top groups of the era. Their
music played in the house, in the car, and I heard it all the time. So: Blues
Traveler, The Goo-Goo Dolls, Smash Mouth—a whole range of
artists from this era—are quite familiar to me.
One of the groups from that time that
especially impressed me was the Goo-Goo Dolls. I think Dizzy Up the Girl is one of the best pop albums I've ever heard.
And, as often happens, one of the songs that group did inspired a story—and a
story about something I don't write a lot about. It is the tale of young woman
who is struggling with cancer and has just finished chemotherapy. I know there
are journals dedicated to this type of medical story, but I had not explored
the genre much. But the song "Iris," which I especially liked, and,
with millions of other people, loved the line "you bleed just to know you're
alive," got me thinking of how that particular song might relate to
someone's life. The story "Iris" rose from my musings
Robin Bennett has just finished a punishing
round of chemotherapy. The results have been promising: the tumor is gone; she is
cancer-free. But she has lost all her hair, lost weight, and is only now
recovering her strength. Further, she has had to take a hiatus from her job.
Her fiancé has dumped her after learning of her affliction. And the severity of
her treatments forced he to move out of her apartment and in with her parents,
who are vastly overprotective (she is their youngest child, their only
daughter, and her brother is away working in the Middle East). Now that she has
begun to feel better she chafes at their elaborate caution, though she knows it
arises out of love for her as their child.
Sinead O'Conner |
While looking for a CD with song
"Iris" on it (she likes the song and relates to the line I quoted
earlier), the scarf she wears to conceal her bald head, falls off. A young man,
John, picks up for her. She is embarrassed and says, mostly to keep from
bursting into tears, "Look
pretty weird, don't I?" To her surprise, he says she looks cute and
reminds him of Sinead O'Conner. They chat. He is friendly and tells her he and
his friends—guys and girls—get together at a bar every Saturday night for drinks.
Would she like to come? She says she might like it and he goes her way. Her
father, who sees him depart, gruffly asks who that was and why she was speaking
with him. Robin's frustration builds.
Despite
her parents objections that she is too weak to go out, should not be drinking, and
should not meet with a man she did not know, Robin goes anyway. The meeting is
a success. She and John begin dating and enter an intimate relationship. She
begins working at her old job as a loan agent in a bank. She feels stronger.
She is optimistic for the first time in months. She moves back into her old
apartment and sees a future—she had doubted she even had a future at times—beginning
to take shape and holding some hope. Above all, she is no longer lonely.
The
medical emergency is not a bad one. Her father is there and realizes his
behavior brought on the seized. He has met John in the waiting room, apologized
to him, and found him a likeable young man. Father and daughter are reconciled.
Her father discerns the error in how he has treated her. John takes her home,
where he will join the family for supper. As they drive, Robin asks him to put
a CD in and play "Iris" for her.
"Iris"
appeared in a journal called In Stereo
Press. I can't find the story or an archive. It was interesting that I
submitted it to a couple of journals that published medical stories. One
rejected it. One accepted it and then reneged on the acceptance. But it found a
home.
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