Disease Is a Mirror: A Lyric Memoir
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Emily Greenquist
Emily Greenquist currently navigates life with her husband in a small town near Chicago. Her recent writing appears in Syracuse University’s Wordgathering: A Journal of Disability Poetry and Literature, Nebulous Magazine, and Laughing Eye Weeping Eye’s The Colorful Tears Tarot guidebook. She was the lead role in ROMERO, a video art project with poet Olivia Cronk. Explore more at www.emilygreenquist.com.
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Disease Is a Mirror - Emily Greenquist
Introduction
FROM THE AUTHOR
To the Reader
My sister, Dorigen, and I, Emily, are so named because of our dad’s affinity for Chaucer’s The Canterbury Tales. The eldest by nearly five years, Dorigen is the brilliant, steadfast heroine of The Franklin’s Tale.
While my namesake is Princess Emily, the prize object fought over in The Knight’s Tale
(decidedly less of a feminist story, which my father received an earful about in my teen years, but a name chosen with love, nonetheless).
Analyzing this classic Middle English text in college helped my dad find his true calling—to be a teacher—and (I can say this from experience) he was an exceptional one. I got to be his solid B student for English rhetoric during the final semester of my senior year of high school because I let everyone in administration (i.e., his colleagues) know that I wasn’t mature enough to be taught by him a moment sooner.
My schooling started with a series of art schools from kindergarten through eighth grade, and then our dad further gifted us with scholarly educations when he started teaching at a prestigious college-preparatory private school, an institution that our single-parent family couldn’t otherwise afford. I’m grateful to him for that gift of creative and critical thinking, which not only launched my love of learning a variety of disciplines, but also provided me with clarity into how I best learn: through experience, reflection, and by writing (or crafting) it all down.
I now find myself writing and creating about my experiences to better understand a disease recently discovered and developing within me. In my stories and art and dreams, I realized that each new experience or physical trauma often reflected an old pain that also needed healing.
There isn’t a known cure for my illness nor a complete cure for the wounds of my past; there are only acts of perpetual healing, both unconscious and deliberate. I recognize my scars, which continue to reshape my ways of living, and I hope that my sharing helps you with your own acts of perpetual healing, caregiving, self-discovery, or making sense of a sudden and surreal medical reality.
In honor of our dad, who passed away from his illness, cancer, approximately ten years before the writing of this book, I will take a cue in literary form from his beloved The Canterbury Tales. The many experts in my journey will be referred to not by name but by their specialty: the Neurologist, the Lab Coats, the Tarot Reader, the Courtyard Rabbit, et al. Gender, age, and other external features are also often obscured to imply an argument against how people of arbitrary categories may coincidentally respond to illness collectively. Based on my experience, all of us, including myself, respond to illness in the same way: clumsily and with love.
If you prefer a tangibility, then consider assigning each character an animal or an ornament that they may personify or hold and speak through. Any chosen form will act just as clumsily and lovingly, as the reality of fully understanding illness will remain just as illusive and transitory.
Credit: Emily Greenquist
Chapter 1
WE START WITH WHAT IT ISN'T: A TIMELINE
Early July 2019
It started with a dull pain in my left side; I rolled out of bed with it, and it gnawed at me. The pain existed where my waist dipped in, and then deep, further in, in somewhere previously unknown to me. I assumed I slept on my side wrong, unconsciously contorting my body in such a way that my age (thirty-nine) was beginning to show, or maybe we just needed a new mattress. The pain grew over days and weeks. At the office, when I stood and spoke to colleagues, I found myself squeezing my left hand to my left waist and slightly bending down, folding, a conversational crumpling over. In the evenings and weekends, I lay on the couch for hours, buried under covers and watching back episodes of RuPaul’s Drag Race while I waited for this mystery side pain to go away already. I dismissed the pain’s significance like I would a lingering cold; as the discomfort intensified over time, I simply grumbled to my husband, Pete, and I napped about it.
July 20
After weeks of pain, and now worry, I went to a nearby clinic, one I visited a few months earlier due to an actual lingering cold. At that time, I couldn’t kick a cough, sore throat, and strong fatigue, yet the Clinic Doctor ruled out strep throat or anything requiring a prescription and sent me home with a shrug and the assignment to rest. During this second visit, when I described my side pain, the Clinic Doctor explained that the body sometimes sends mixed signals: A pain in one place could be alerting me to an illness or injury in another. With that (and a urine sample), I received my first diagnosis in a string of guesses.
A UTI seemed like a creative leap from a pain in the side, but it had possibility. I had noticed an issue with urination lately, explaining it to myself as a case of the reallys. Sometimes I thought I needed to pee, but then I just sat there and really didn’t pee. Other times I thought I finished peeing, stood up, but then, like an infant, messily really hadn’t stopped peeing. A urinary tract infection was a reasonable, albeit not quite perfect, theory, so I played along. I took the prescribed antibiotics, I publicly drank cranberry juice at neighborhood Chicago restaurants, and I waited for the lab results that I expected would confirm this diagnosis.